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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 b: w0 F$ z. u7 q0 {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 z9 |. R( Y' w# w2 w, b$ vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: C3 ]& t) g. m- bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; b! a% @! A4 x1 C$ w3 mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 s3 O. E, Q, ?/ @: n8 u$ ~How you suffered for you sanity, 9 v ?* I$ _2 d/ M8 A: h
How you tried to set them free, . p8 q7 Z2 {5 J* @. K- m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 j/ t A" x, @3 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% G% R5 s/ P5 [4 `; {% jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - K5 f4 [7 K8 F5 k) p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ e1 ] t! z3 r' k% ^5 iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % ]# r( |) l" ~
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 U! N8 A0 g4 o5 Z5 U. k+ U7 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: C0 N/ R& p- m2 q7 J! ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, * o6 {2 L) F+ J, ]9 f/ H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, G2 r6 x, C \8 rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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2 j& `% M) o" [5 yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 Z5 x! n+ J3 v3 I; z' X2 F& n2 rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . i" w' L1 ^8 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& l: R7 a$ K7 R: t* vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' m: b3 _1 C7 y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' V2 D9 S6 j! h: X3 z- d% e
How you suffered for you sanity,& I3 |$ J# N* p, e* K$ S3 v
How you tried to set them free,
/ f! ^: f; `; UThey would not listen they're not listening still, % L5 m. y. _2 \# K2 e7 m
Perhaps they never will. |
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