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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; ^# m( x3 R' B! T7 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" W* t; n. A! @" t: ^4 @9 sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," R$ c [9 L# W- V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / J$ V1 I) C: U9 |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' Z3 b) W2 o5 W5 V. ]
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 X m# Z# G) F% [/ u
How you tried to set them free,
9 R, g6 m4 N6 P( `2 f" S) cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) N( d) j% y7 K2 {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 S0 ]9 A& A G5 B1 B% x. _) tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* ~: r9 O& q& ~5 S; R: mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, e: F& G* S9 G' d; _$ w* K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 P: E0 _ O2 L( V8 s% L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# f+ E- H( E# X4 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 D& y& N* G" G4 ^) |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' M/ @: K& }5 zBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 J6 W" ~9 N1 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 s* k) t$ w! n& F5 }5 N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " `. q8 x/ q6 z! l* s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" t1 c! w. n2 o8 ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: C& b# F, i k% IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. v* l% J Q9 s6 `* c: ?& RHow you suffered for you sanity,; T `4 j6 J$ F* s
How you tried to set them free,
/ Z* [0 @" I3 T/ HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 z. I1 }" y( w6 K# K& BPerhaps they never will. |
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