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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " F" H" X$ d& ^6 T; i7 ]5 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 o; I& j$ Q4 Q0 m0 W) q5 k) LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ o1 w% `4 d3 i0 Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % p8 w6 Y/ P* a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! k" Y' D, _7 L# S8 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
* @% C0 V/ T' cHow you tried to set them free, 7 y( b' p* ^ T0 v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' R! j; f0 F6 U# {9 o3 g( \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # {! }9 o5 {6 M# S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) x$ `% d8 b$ W: U4 |/ Q6 k1 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 r O9 ? h+ A+ y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 n% [+ R* G2 N# @/ z( J/ BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ w2 s! [- u' m) Y: d9 v. XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( U1 r2 X& r7 g: {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " e, d( l; b9 L/ m3 H, v& h$ w: z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 W; u. e4 o% e0 Z% j$ u) `6 C8 U, EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 Z+ o9 A; T+ nStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ Y+ E" V* w# A0 I5 U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + j( J( }; Q2 H6 W8 [ u/ R" x5 _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 \* F: U# ]" s* K1 W8 ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( L% q3 h, Z S( x, |$ W$ m# P0 p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % W% Y& W' Y ~+ c
How you suffered for you sanity,
" f D1 G' G" J' o' A5 NHow you tried to set them free, 0 i3 Z, i+ M. R& T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 e' h3 i3 R( X2 `/ i' o6 w4 ^7 RPerhaps they never will. |
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