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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # H* H# j7 m( [ }: N# k* B* h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 i$ t' A$ u7 P$ h# ]( f8 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ U' X# Q; O, @9 x7 k' |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / t" B, q/ X7 S. z7 D. O9 Z& E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) M+ ~' ~: O: x7 C& @+ d5 |1 @How you suffered for you sanity, & S K* z" J1 b/ L" v- Q2 J; g3 F i
How you tried to set them free, $ [! M) @% e& w# J/ {4 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : b. P4 \* G8 n7 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * X" K# Y0 m4 ]: c* X. F. n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 \( J7 M$ I1 p' x2 }* @) kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 R7 b; G& n3 A3 `, \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,
) }3 {* d- q: r( Y; Y0 e" f7 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) ?* s0 p I" u" E: h9 \+ R& f7 F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( h0 {: h% A: x5 u) O6 h2 l* NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 U( f5 i0 z, h$ Z5 u# y- eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % D) U2 Z9 m& ]# A# O! q! X# M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 H/ j# N& T7 I7 L$ K9 C6 `+ bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # s7 _$ ^) `' Y y4 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , b& ^( K4 C- B+ A; t% o3 i/ ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 a0 r u- V# e% v6 E
- B/ h4 D! d* N5 ~$ j i$ d- uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 z. t* L, H# ^+ h0 z' uHow you suffered for you sanity,* D7 r9 t. i" _( Q+ Q; q1 F6 M1 v
How you tried to set them free, 2 F& L0 n! I7 p* _* I
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' o* G& a, Z( E
Perhaps they never will. |
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