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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 i& U6 L# D) I# [) q5 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 h- }) e8 S* Z9 h7 g& sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. ^' Y. j3 _% F$ u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 N8 D3 o8 O" V# U" p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 @3 m0 E2 h2 w: c' V/ o2 F: S( ?How you suffered for you sanity, ( j! K6 ]: @( t% Y
How you tried to set them free, ; {3 O! U% b7 w. }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 @1 _/ f% s* k7 a S+ u& @7 wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % L3 `$ z7 c1 q6 w' c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 W. F: I, h9 x- b9 W1 G; j! y# w1 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - q3 w- C2 {, Q! w, Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 L2 f/ i$ ?5 j( P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 [; Q+ ^ [+ |+ e" r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 C2 `6 v. |+ l0 E; n+ `You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 o" E8 V5 D _. p; ~
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 f9 \# j) r& O$ N* z: p% r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; m0 B9 f3 m: `1 w% b& i# gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ @% A( e/ Z% k: g3 R& nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / r- f. R6 E ?- h; m2 q; [
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * [( D' N0 O+ B. f- ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ ]" P1 A) W* X$ z& q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * i O7 I6 {, ?/ M+ K
How you suffered for you sanity,; a5 { ^* v: K
How you tried to set them free, $ ?, T. p1 @* V4 l
They would not listen they're not listening still, . ~& e; S' b- M* l/ K2 v+ y
Perhaps they never will. |
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