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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' L ~9 X" }: _7 f0 f' h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 C; s' l ^5 G g- ~+ V0 {1 y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' Y& \/ }4 y- M% ^$ {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 A3 U: j! P+ ]7 H8 C; ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,% T. Z9 V$ k# x0 V
How you suffered for you sanity, # v! n2 N% G3 W8 X8 S+ v
How you tried to set them free,
i P4 \3 J' Y0 l/ x4 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % `: A- S0 | O5 [, z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 y+ Y* ?/ v+ M& w+ ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 I' M. I a1 O. t& q f" rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 z" a* u" a2 q# N& M( \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ y# |5 H& F( }+ `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % l( e! h5 `. x( J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : T$ }/ b/ O! B. v0 L% G' a6 p2 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 \) j# n1 ^! Y0 [0 x" A
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( e' x5 I$ o& r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / k' q. x) E o$ L5 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# j0 u$ {6 S* TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! E1 `2 E: }! c0 }; S cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % t' D; K' k2 V Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& I. Q5 A' A) Z( E: L8 n. ?0 YHow you suffered for you sanity,1 F5 r& a4 z4 u3 H' g# { c9 l
How you tried to set them free,
, ]- ~% t# L+ [They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 X O% k2 u. i, RPerhaps they never will. |
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