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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + m' }. e' g. ~$ r9 G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 |/ `6 y- X. R# l. p7 o( `0 l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* V& s4 n/ n6 d/ O8 @$ L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 M% m; A/ s7 h! m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) _( K/ b0 F* B) P& f$ W+ k' ]& BHow you suffered for you sanity,
- o1 F# ?, x' M- b/ NHow you tried to set them free, ( r" u3 W1 S4 N7 c0 ~* V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & k$ F! X' y2 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( ]* }& B" N1 r9 j3 j X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 [% T' V! i9 M: B( L$ r; @7 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 i- w" C/ W6 Q: N+ ^8 l& C- ?1 o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 y# z+ [2 J5 ]
( F# ?3 u# I9 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + ?3 t7 Q/ [% E: e3 u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ Q, h: V, e S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( c3 \- D2 m) h3 c, g
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 [: K9 \/ L6 g8 G! L- z3 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 v/ v) k# h& @. s3 K+ L+ tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 e: |8 _* W' d8 r# e% p$ i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % P/ Q8 ]- N+ G" _- u+ ?9 M9 T; r* Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " F6 g" K% N7 g( [# ?% Q. q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 Y( v: J' a/ W
How you suffered for you sanity,
. I0 _- N+ O5 g Z3 CHow you tried to set them free, , I' S% y& c1 e" P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 k6 q( ^& G3 R+ d: |" n: _Perhaps they never will. |
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