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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 E$ C4 M7 Y( a' M" o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( d( `( W' v- p' ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 x0 K% Q9 `+ A# G: m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % {& X9 l: j( C; @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. s% K9 _% w+ \2 x
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ Y$ Y% j' S: k! ], p4 fHow you tried to set them free,
0 J' _) z/ s# a8 |7 n# U: @% |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) Z ^- S: K9 R1 d* s% O: ~& C3 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " I0 |$ Q3 z' s% G5 q/ G& w) ~& G0 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! t- } u: O/ ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! B$ R6 V+ |# d% V0 M1 {" ?# b! C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 A5 }& [$ y0 H2 H
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / N, z) m7 \* v) V3 k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' G5 y$ l* E3 H9 T) j1 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& i4 |' a) O- b3 g- @; D9 N: wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' V) K- T& _1 G* @9 h$ l/ y: PThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! B* g$ R6 y S% L: z, Z/ J3 N( I6 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . ^' o& v" c4 _" I- _- l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 G9 A$ x% D9 v3 `+ _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 L' X# e' L* ^- r$ c! ]: jThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . Y7 x/ L% d) X+ V) C
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ z9 u# W2 \: K- `9 B& w' GHow you tried to set them free, # g# u5 Q) W1 c" T- l
They would not listen they're not listening still, / Y" y; G$ ~' ?+ T. Y% c
Perhaps they never will. |
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