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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , ~( `' H' t3 F& H' S4 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ \4 }6 `" ?' L/ t) c1 ^# n4 a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ q9 K0 m% C, Y0 d g- c4 {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( T5 h' j0 X2 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 S$ Q& ^7 g. x- f8 k$ p: WHow you suffered for you sanity,
% k6 ?. |# P0 V( h1 ?/ IHow you tried to set them free, $ o c# k2 V( c3 V& {7 B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 I( C1 g6 X. v( y+ v: b# Z% h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 q$ W6 H8 j) O& Q# t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 q+ ~1 Y$ F! e4 v5 I% h% ]( K6 n; w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! U0 x' ]( n5 P7 }! W* f$ ]% S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 I4 h. z4 T2 |: b2 w( M' HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 q9 W" s3 k: @" ]" I) m2 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + U. N$ v6 H* H6 z" D! E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # C: r% ~: X) h& U4 u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 q8 K; S2 O `/ RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! P( v2 S" X/ w- `/ Z! U' K- m
- V# {+ O1 H( _- ?& g% CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 q! y4 _0 H8 \ R% N' ?" i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" M( @' p% S+ h; W: \: o" i( xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; K- x4 u! B# N% Q+ v1 }( f+ U
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, $ e# S( V! p+ w7 ?9 ?: u3 D$ h
How you suffered for you sanity,
& @1 T- T7 O1 m+ W% y I$ J* Q+ AHow you tried to set them free,
/ m S6 o# S, uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( H* N9 o w% f, c3 H, QPerhaps they never will. |
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