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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % U0 ]0 o; |3 h* ]2 k& g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, @9 _9 S" L/ {- \/ L7 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& `2 |7 Y' T) c6 j. Y" G! F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + M1 G$ G8 Z8 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 {0 G! y# s- v! q& EHow you suffered for you sanity,
. o# S# f& N9 K2 g3 ?0 gHow you tried to set them free,
( X. p; L2 o- V! xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 ~3 D5 P' y' d' r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 G& U- q% l$ h, I2 F' x! k$ b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 c% \ T& Z6 A/ s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 x( t* D; Q9 M; O+ P# \, ]4 V/ iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " u: X& b7 f" j6 Q6 T, F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 D3 Q# T0 d" A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 x% I6 y$ C* w; F! P# q& iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* \. N9 r2 }# ~" @But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 ]8 w' H5 S8 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " H. e& p" }( n f; C3 Z8 S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; l9 |9 x- _2 ?6 D- U+ z% N4 V% u( a. V% QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 B# }1 N) T$ ]1 _9 a* ]/ c: BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 l, @0 W2 N# P: F P6 x4 m% H2 PThe 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,
; |5 ?. j5 a1 Z: ^0 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 _# D. m" w5 X3 `0 T% iHow you tried to set them free, : @5 x# o7 i4 U ?1 h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 j6 D9 j( o! N1 z: ePerhaps they never will. |
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