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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ n- M: c2 N1 b$ O! H' \) D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 \1 b ]% C+ ]9 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) k, I# Y2 Q8 A$ v0 `1 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . g2 T+ h9 A- d# x; S `4 r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 M4 {' \/ L9 \# J5 ^$ hHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 H9 x* c+ R4 }
How you tried to set them free, . q# X, ]$ n( h* ?5 ]1 i6 L& j. q3 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ ? f2 y: J# b) G5 P* V# u; H( w' UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ x5 n& J6 U; F' GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% ~% R' I* g5 @) b# aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 I# L( ]5 P- n) B8 ~( ~, O1 U% JWeathered 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 p) e: g) M. z+ j* [7 }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + u" R; ^! x( E$ C1 G/ N: I: y/ v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 ?: E+ m& M1 T8 k% p
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 L+ X o+ ` A7 D( A; r! h" |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 E( N! S2 y! r+ y6 _, y7 N0 gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) a" N3 Y8 z" I. T# z3 j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( d5 m- z6 G9 S3 G) q( w8 z! ~/ gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' Y. E: n2 X: ?5 W# c, MThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - _3 ~$ R- c. ?. P: z. @* Q% ]
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 H# p/ F" {6 \' M- dHow you suffered for you sanity,
, Q1 ^8 W7 Y8 O5 K# |( B+ [. ]How you tried to set them free, 4 j3 j% r( X- K
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" F3 ^8 Z c) w7 b5 l- P' [Perhaps they never will. |
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