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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ ^; Y3 I# k! |& G( k( c8 w, R- n- B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ N' A+ b" c! }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 t8 E, u- q* cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 k2 D& G- n4 `) b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! f7 x+ }4 N% |9 jHow you suffered for you sanity,
& N! j4 h& |) K) i5 C' _/ }+ L8 fHow you tried to set them free,
! I) n4 t/ i9 E7 v8 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 l" V! e3 z* {2 l. \, ]# ?, g$ D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' J3 B9 ~8 h+ X4 o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 @/ x, Q& y) E$ G' ^/ F. E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 M9 U4 Y9 v) k" P) f, X+ n$ E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 x( k3 Q3 U# K4 K' D1 |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! H) h6 k; L0 m2 Q/ U; X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 ^" l: ?$ E& C8 j* q: V4 L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , p2 N, C$ r2 C& X9 T0 Q" U$ |
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 K. ?& R d. N" u+ |0 Z' r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 V# ]! M+ y0 a% R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! w: g9 l E- [9 i1 N9 MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" l( @$ D5 O) ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , Z3 e4 Y: L5 D2 U: z2 a# }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , [/ w3 w# l$ X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' @, }$ }/ g% X" v8 d5 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
; N& s; r3 j6 d: W* i4 H$ eHow you tried to set them free, : q% {6 R( { }( T* A1 A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- r* r8 ~' s& V% J/ VPerhaps they never will. |
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