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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # ~3 ~; Z( g1 V3 z0 T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * l8 M" z8 Y# h: V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' ~) t: ~$ z' LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # F( ~" Q2 s2 ?& ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ N6 D5 m& d' I8 Z! |
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 u, _2 a3 ^+ [3 e! RHow you tried to set them free,
/ B8 ?5 x& c6 P; C" A' eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * N# |$ H: N8 f# x9 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 K$ ]" K/ I& {- P: b5 P( Y6 R1 E) ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & M7 @, s) N/ \7 |1 t& h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, ~/ U' \$ }4 b& F5 B" BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) P1 \) n( N/ `6 P5 [, n! u
$ C5 L+ w6 ?9 P! GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 _1 a* w0 z0 y% [- c$ F1 x. ]/ l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- f* F, s H- H' U( xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 ~1 N7 g/ t% Z, `% o7 }# qBut I could have told you, Vincent, - M6 y. C+ r* m6 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" @8 F- }: d$ {* K- }/ m5 {4 IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. |$ t6 A j2 e" [" g2 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% A% w2 \6 b4 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; A6 f% _/ a2 c& g2 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 @, E; X( i0 d: h% k' O2 XHow you suffered for you sanity,0 A3 i: R& d, o& w
How you tried to set them free,
_& v/ \8 t- OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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