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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' u& g' U% Y' E* N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 n0 D! |( |1 R* S) L* PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 i8 ?7 z" R: A' d. `) f$ MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 g# r' K1 C5 h: c3 G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' \$ e5 u( f' o5 w+ `$ I
How you suffered for you sanity,
L# ^: w2 _* A% LHow you tried to set them free,
0 ]0 L" A. s. q- @" V0 z& B' UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" N) T: Z# @6 U+ n$ A/ wStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 _2 e9 I, U' p2 }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 H9 N9 m9 O4 ^- ~1 F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / j3 m K. C+ m5 X$ @1 L; ?
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 s" y6 |. P z+ p+ K0 {, e( [# Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 V- e8 ~0 p" F9 F8 W8 b2 {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' @# p1 L3 T. L- V. J4 q1 x# T
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 _! a* p6 G( N5 Q# t- b! a1 a+ w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- G- G8 r$ X! _. ]6 h4 l6 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! g' l2 f6 M4 D# n& c- NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, }" r4 t( C- z2 uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) K# P7 v! E+ w$ c2 F. |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! @8 }8 h6 x7 J
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' Q( D. e: M! H8 B9 AHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 V9 I" l' d# tHow you tried to set them free, & H, p3 z: w) i% U+ i* |
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! }( d$ S; |: q9 A
Perhaps they never will. |
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