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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 { H( T! ^1 h) c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 h+ W) f6 V3 }+ _/ l) K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, ]" \& U, p- y: e. a x% }1 Q2 o( O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) t( K% W3 @' C( }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. U6 A2 A8 Q' L* b5 i7 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 H: a% M4 }: fHow you tried to set them free, $ A% K* q% N- J# j% @: B \0 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ ]& u/ K& ~5 \7 D" W! ~- f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" ] T1 p( }2 V( o. P! q$ e+ G6 ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : J3 k9 w+ |/ W n$ @" K6 z2 ?$ e" a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" B, T* m, P3 B! R7 l9 Y9 N; i( BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' m6 p$ a4 N U, g; c, t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ?% [3 b6 O1 S1 J) C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! b+ I- O. w2 V& A# _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! h% `4 g: x4 r3 w5 w1 R h# qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 T v' p( B' |4 NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * ~( r9 t5 f" `( q( b2 g' L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 e5 s0 R% c* J, M& \; }( \) r+ hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 B R* |+ [/ o* G* J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# K `# ?' F6 E" l( @The 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, 9 V: m2 c1 e0 _' r
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ f& t: D7 }6 n0 yHow you tried to set them free, 4 T' @, s8 W; _% \; M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& L4 S% [% r g$ U' {) S* wPerhaps they never will. |
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