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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . u0 g* X1 t9 X$ M) o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + C4 X0 G, x! e. z% B
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( F. S) Z9 N4 D. @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 R. N4 E; a$ O1 v! _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 X0 W+ ^% ?, c" p# ?: S
How you suffered for you sanity,
' F) L9 B, F' H8 _How you tried to set them free,
0 S' |% u# M$ r8 lThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 x/ q8 E/ Z) x0 l/ bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: L) N9 p8 f6 _5 h/ eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! {( ~# _! h |1 w2 V8 L; L6 Z h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ f* I& E. x% |) e+ M0 R( aWeathered 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,
2 ?6 x) [. F$ [4 ~9 E1 i& \# E+ @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) l, A0 @4 q; G. _+ D% l; I: u" g6 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ U+ `0 D. ~+ D% b! CBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 U2 k. E& F% `; [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) g* [* J/ N j0 B9 E) |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! o i: ]3 p" `% r" Z2 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 _1 b" [$ |9 g4 k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( O0 S. d- k' bThe 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,
7 C3 Y3 `# t1 b% f4 } z8 ]How you suffered for you sanity,' T/ Q9 j" v) H0 {7 U: ]5 h( j8 @
How you tried to set them free,
0 p/ J: R! M# |& M( tThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 h$ o3 w. Y+ O' y0 {
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