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3 Y, S4 q t5 x- w) yStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % T/ [9 q$ F+ w' H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 o; ?7 ]0 R% [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( w; y; z, I- O# W' ~- X" rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; o \1 h' I& j/ {5 P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 L8 g `) x3 d9 Q1 m
How you suffered for you sanity, $ q1 X# e P) p0 n& S$ E
How you tried to set them free,
% W; i7 ]1 n& W# K0 t d! \8 A4 |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* D4 ^, } _2 b+ |- A: WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( d+ N+ G4 A' a+ k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ k) R8 k. d! g' X! uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( T, ^+ T" j f" u0 u& m) V* | o+ `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,
( Z1 g+ x/ S* t3 z" v# GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, R& o! \2 n, }& B6 W' c; [, L! zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( z! ^8 Z1 E5 N6 _# l7 L- ^But I could have told you, Vincent, / z$ A/ c% P9 P2 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' K$ Y. o- m2 {- L* _5 e, s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' P: B7 u7 t2 i2 O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 S- {3 z% T% f3 G# C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 O _, V" p/ m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 [! ^; M) K6 P' Q, w2 m7 f- Z3 ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 b# j% | j9 a0 p l) tHow you tried to set them free, % L+ C: U* V& r& ^
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ f# M( R; p( J5 B5 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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