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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 L) p1 z5 W! q/ A% g# \) e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / R! x, Y0 J2 d9 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, T% j9 z1 E. j3 F5 g$ dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! P8 r. [% q# {9 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 M- ^; P& g4 ^0 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 b; `/ }+ B1 p$ C- aHow you tried to set them free,
4 f! C* l. h2 s, `! ]; zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 q6 D' H O I8 |* z; Q, X9 EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 l7 L' B" E6 X+ c: j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + v& I9 e$ G+ I! [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* [( A2 ~) M( I& L, O0 {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 V" I! l: o M3 u* Y# w4 P% oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, m; q$ D. m" X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; G8 h* @# H. |2 x" a! l1 b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( G; I1 }+ k# tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 h7 H* }7 Z/ d! {7 P) SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 L3 N3 z. [# t5 P8 V8 [5 r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* k- ]5 d+ q. B0 o) h4 Q+ {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! z% k5 H, r3 h6 Z; P0 G }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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W4 O n& @2 B: }+ s, S+ u9 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * d& g$ q% T* {4 E6 j% F
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 q! ^; v0 U, J* w f+ rHow you tried to set them free,
9 Q- S1 X$ p" P& mThey would not listen they're not listening still, / V4 Y, ?" {/ U$ t, i+ \1 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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