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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 }4 u2 N1 b) U/ o" H$ M. f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ _( Y- r: r7 d( V( K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 B) h3 @, s( h3 P: ]8 y5 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; E9 j8 s, M# p x7 V1 g+ w6 tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ U7 }( b1 v ]) Q4 V. x9 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
) h, b. `- O# W% | X. AHow you tried to set them free, 2 m& F8 h8 }5 L) M; B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ }( @- `; \, I2 `0 F/ Q% t$ z) {3 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ w6 U b! Q s _8 a7 h$ n9 V: {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( W: Q- @) Z7 z2 m. D) ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 J- X2 f3 s! u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 u' x9 k) t2 X4 N5 c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ i/ U( U, U2 d7 j6 r9 W6 J gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : u% O/ R% L4 g7 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 Y9 l' f7 R$ e0 a8 u
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 D& c3 i H3 J& r8 p- c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % }$ \3 |( N/ ~. S# |, X+ R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& o2 |$ _9 ^$ a3 Q. M" k* F' } GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : f# v5 h D' \1 O7 q4 g& Y+ c$ F0 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: }0 j" A/ q) k( E! AThe 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, 7 r: T& D- R8 t. Y1 L1 M
How you suffered for you sanity, K) t% c& ]& S2 o4 s6 E0 H4 G
How you tried to set them free, % |( o5 Y2 L( f
They would not listen they're not listening still, : G! l" ~. @4 G1 \) U
Perhaps they never will. |
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