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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & S9 j$ R/ Z9 Q3 @ S9 }$ W- ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, }2 e1 S) s3 [# P: M/ a; K8 J! R8 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, |) t& _( O+ [8 `5 l; B x5 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% W: g& p* {8 b2 u# gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 K# x& x0 V! t% ?. X0 o
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 {5 L5 b: K$ I+ i0 jHow you tried to set them free,
& K; h+ T1 e4 B6 u+ d. c5 B/ `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - b* A. y# _/ G5 a4 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , L1 z h2 S$ }/ y2 ^, }
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; m& |' a: x6 M: h; ^; zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + [! l6 K, `/ t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) ?. @) L O, q7 C/ ]3 J( DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! l, P- L3 g) l/ G- S9 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 o" j/ A5 J6 }: f5 s0 w% Y5 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : ]9 @ I/ I0 x6 d3 |% t6 k! g' H
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: j/ v2 j2 I3 j( a7 G! {9 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & g8 h. N* \1 b$ e. |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% r o7 B* p, p4 f' D# g `% q) h jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 N" H4 ?# m# \. `" [+ t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 ]/ N! z" C+ i: r$ _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 ^3 a; J8 Y; a5 W- h1 d% L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % F& ]* M4 n8 u0 e1 T9 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
q/ j, a6 X2 n/ sHow you tried to set them free, . s" Q L ~& l
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 |* v6 |! V$ U
Perhaps they never will. |
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