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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; @* S# u0 G# T0 ]4 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - n0 Y4 s/ j$ x$ C" v5 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! J8 i6 x2 |8 @# `! rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' g5 J) y* g' g, I+ F0 Y( CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" W" q, ?$ l/ W3 T7 f3 MHow you suffered for you sanity, ! |/ O, p5 u% v; s$ i3 D( N! g
How you tried to set them free, 2 J+ X3 ^7 B) k+ ?1 t% o: N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: E, N/ o& }% k1 ?1 x1 cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# \( Y# {5 h% a U4 DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* B u% i( B& h7 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; E& U3 Q) i* G* w8 cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( @( n* b; ?" }7 g* m1 y8 f. v/ t4 M
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 t: K8 ^7 x6 S% `. \& ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ R& k! h V; @! b! O
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 n( E4 ]5 P/ T+ T( S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 l* [2 Q/ n: s$ I0 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 N/ @% Q3 D' }" _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 f( E1 J; @$ c7 V z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( y8 M2 o9 z; ?+ jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * [- u- u+ |' N! X" r4 N) [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & a! p9 o4 E1 c- I5 p9 ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / T: O$ R# V* I6 P; D
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ x% v2 @: Z# T2 F% s. iHow you tried to set them free, $ E* e; L, P& }2 M/ S; K. l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 r! O- d6 z8 V3 E ^9 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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