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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' v! F! z' A1 a i! b% M
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( |) p- ^; M8 A& b6 UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, \4 ]$ b; g* g+ P8 j# h7 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 x# W" r5 \8 N2 x2 F( n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ ~9 J1 e0 E( P$ Z. qHow you suffered for you sanity,
' V. g& O1 L( {! |" b KHow you tried to set them free, ! z$ b9 p) _0 U# h5 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. \% n3 x0 Y. _6 K, sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 a+ `; G7 f2 d. C# L0 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' L9 s+ I/ K5 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * f% K9 {, f& |, U# B W3 `
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,
7 V8 ^; F2 ` W7 Q& b% VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 r+ K9 }2 j7 [2 t: o6 x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , ?- X9 W) U& l4 f0 f; L" ^% S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 ]! m! C6 v' H0 d5 r- wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # r* x$ S# V2 W; Q1 t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + `4 K E6 U- J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; e( y/ F$ z1 g( N& A; a( @$ H% S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , e. l/ J6 v0 c2 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! k# C2 p$ i6 L r- T w! Q+ ~* k0 r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % z# h( W6 v' @' m9 s1 O& b
How you suffered for you sanity,/ q x2 p' P: c
How you tried to set them free, 7 |' ^7 w& Q4 z. ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ _# b* w7 V0 I5 w$ H; K
Perhaps they never will. |
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