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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 t, y; C; a, D! Z7 u- T: H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % U! R" f% ?2 X& H4 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; Z# a' ^# f8 f: o7 ]: dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& D+ |( X9 L0 y" ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me," J" W. `3 O5 H4 m }
How you suffered for you sanity, ; \9 ^0 O# K9 T- U- q7 q
How you tried to set them free, # ?6 k; p. f& d) p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / L1 S6 K2 Q( G, M( R2 W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 X. }. S4 ^/ g9 d+ _6 x9 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; N$ m+ G' t) w1 p+ j( m% s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + c k. W: b1 r4 s+ ^3 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 {1 K4 i0 Q2 ]5 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % [$ L; ?/ c6 j, N2 `; `; @1 b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / D/ |% y" O/ b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 s+ U) |% ]- G4 GBut I could have told you, Vincent, / h- B3 G! u1 L, J, y; o- |6 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " u; g. \$ ?) [' v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: O. {" h' \2 A( l' _5 MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 W$ K, t7 p- xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + t [$ b. w, [. n( z! M
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * R- ?6 |5 |$ x* H6 t, R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 o* _2 s+ t, g& Z4 X' S+ S, j9 k2 _
How you suffered for you sanity,/ E% ~% m( B4 C$ Z) E3 M3 @( J# P! ?
How you tried to set them free,
. m0 ^+ w* d! R* m* k" ]7 yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* @; e( \! E5 F8 [( vPerhaps they never will. |
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