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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' p) l; }% x. I) w2 q @ [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, h6 V% v9 P! E( G4 z7 V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" _! n ?) V9 s4 v0 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : t6 ~# d9 I5 N0 W( t1 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ u3 I! [% e+ K6 k$ U1 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
( w4 G2 @' s h, v6 lHow you tried to set them free, . U9 p: I' t8 ^# F" R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 S* M7 o! m% a0 r9 o1 r0 @; PStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: R6 Q: i$ p/ h! O# jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! i4 o8 ^7 F; z7 L5 w/ {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # ?5 D! ?3 {( W, Z9 P# B3 B$ S/ Q2 J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ @5 V# a! d" r6 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 n; m- v$ {5 m ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# E( ]! `: B7 n6 nBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! \4 V' T3 v$ `2 h3 Z) q' x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 E, q3 w& b) L7 C- O- y. {) C5 }2 L6 fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ B9 a" L1 h" X* TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% s! n6 m3 |6 f5 q9 y/ nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 d' ~: K+ ]% \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & w- T$ u h; V+ r0 Z" f( Y1 E
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 O) f+ `& k$ d8 O+ d3 |/ yHow you tried to set them free,
- U6 b" ~# v# I" n' CThey would not listen they're not listening still, - s- e6 T1 p! P# {1 l! X
Perhaps they never will. |
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