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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, c2 l- `: O) Q% L3 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " |5 z2 R: n3 o% } i: b" @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 E" a1 K* G, r' z1 D" j2 t, tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 x- C' b8 ^; W# J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ u" m% G& [2 `" Q* e* Y p: Y) aHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 a) S) K. K' b1 M! x
How you tried to set them free,
7 w& H2 n+ T* P I( r# AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* P" {4 a6 _: F _7 T% jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 C: }- z$ N# o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + d. i! p: k* P2 S2 r2 r3 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 B+ U! `7 S# Q. p$ G0 AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 @8 Y9 |7 e& m9 r( ^4 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* U' O. L' _$ C# V* \8 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' j$ T( d4 T1 E8 n& s: \* _You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 u7 Z* u! @0 _% [& s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- J! z2 e9 m ~ e/ K* X8 i* P+ {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ H6 F- h: I0 m. [1 Z* rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 |7 S, `7 E& X" gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! |' ~7 W# {5 x% @9 @7 T. s5 P& kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) J/ A$ P: z1 h2 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % g G) g6 j5 \5 F. T* N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # z6 o2 i* ~3 w4 o
How you suffered for you sanity,
) Z/ `# L, c$ b" I: l6 s* bHow you tried to set them free,
& S) K' L4 E1 L$ z' `6 G0 tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# T1 K) G+ F- e pPerhaps they never will. |
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