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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 T* t+ n' @; s' u/ P, i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; u8 _# g0 Y! l8 r* q- Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% b2 ^% s9 u- F- _$ d- i$ }: k( G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / S; L* s/ d8 F2 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. e9 G4 [2 q2 t3 J1 ~9 U: pHow you suffered for you sanity,
! E" w) n" K9 S( sHow you tried to set them free,
. r/ W. D- `, I/ \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 {* M% y5 @/ @9 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, K$ }, u8 p6 X. D& ^: \1 X9 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 r# M2 f, h6 M8 V9 B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 \3 J3 F- d3 n9 o/ p* M$ G! bWeathered 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, 1 P1 j, w, s, a; A- |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 E$ B' F4 e2 ?1 h: }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 G/ o* V7 J. z# q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 a* b# y, P) B$ i. C# i, {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ `+ h* z1 Y( q; N$ vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 K/ I& W8 T1 F( T' w- a6 NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: z! U2 q, L: b; a% u. c, x5 C+ fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( e+ O6 O6 `5 X/ F. S
The 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, 9 J K6 x( k+ j
How you suffered for you sanity,! l' j9 c, [' ]) H8 J& u0 |+ }% a
How you tried to set them free,
! P1 E' Q. W7 KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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