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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 v0 R8 t( B$ X* {& {/ }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ T/ d* b2 B/ H! mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 j* v$ m+ j* J, {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- g+ `" p8 v, L$ j* T! {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. J3 {) Y' C' u& e. q# T( @6 [# _
How you suffered for you sanity, $ C) A6 [; l: ]# C; l# t# I
How you tried to set them free, # X/ v: e; k8 u7 E0 w% H& S' b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ `4 L) j. j" Q; i" p9 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " n/ D1 Q9 |4 N$ L: S) L6 F* a8 n+ d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- A% a" X$ g( ]" T5 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 I, w) ~6 b* R5 N" _) IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 ^- T( R. t) w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( U+ I8 S: C+ m2 JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + q1 N) X3 m9 L1 U. G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, x' `3 F9 G9 |
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: j; k! J1 s. j3 Z7 ]8 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- F$ @5 p8 W# d' G* S4 e- `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 o) f+ Z9 o7 m) ^/ q+ o' g
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 q& B. X c2 D& b9 f$ \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! g, c# z5 c# p! t" M( @; |) ]) EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( A' ? Q) P5 x! t1 x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 {* n7 Y: i, d
How you suffered for you sanity," z, N, p/ O, K2 ~" N
How you tried to set them free,
& Y, i' n4 C9 X& UThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 U" O+ K8 v* h* |Perhaps they never will. |
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