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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & [4 T2 {7 i; F: ]4 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) g7 i8 J% y" ]" nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- h% a' n3 M) R) q& Z# S a! s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : F3 m, y& V. H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' K6 L8 _, R e; DHow you suffered for you sanity,
) \* }4 D9 @4 RHow you tried to set them free, 7 E2 S& \5 j$ S" J% [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 i- ]; Q/ K4 P$ ~ V" j: f+ ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' g1 N) r, a: Q, pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 B. T) Q5 B, \& UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 H% {+ k& G" ]: T0 C8 N
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,
3 l$ l4 H) x+ |/ F4 U# L5 S; zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 s/ E F% H$ D; c% O) z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* Y9 B% f' I; P) w: Q. `But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 }" E5 b- k6 Z8 U2 i$ C" HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 Y! T% b! K/ v2 X$ V) g' ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* O3 j: V9 _ s' ?# gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' D9 r5 U: z2 J" Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. p" g) z1 O0 Z2 v+ D4 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 v+ j& E& J" c7 `
How you suffered for you sanity,/ f' q6 Z# r( A
How you tried to set them free, 3 d- i4 y$ M1 ~; [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 U2 R# G. l/ e1 k. C" ~1 C" \Perhaps they never will. |
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