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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' R+ v- p: b1 \" b8 ]4 @& hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 }/ M. O1 H! k$ U4 U: T6 f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; E' }8 Z, E/ i n5 pCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ M. `; Y$ e- w; p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 ?' |& U+ y0 g/ L9 f9 Q* Q) g' MHow you suffered for you sanity, ; l" e( M! b- T. D
How you tried to set them free, 4 |4 Z: W* [6 D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 p+ @7 ~# F/ }2 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- I% H, J, a5 v/ b$ \$ F* t3 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # y9 I4 }7 }8 @' p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 O) V1 @/ G! z ?/ k2 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 E8 p4 b" p# r1 qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ H6 p6 z& K5 {) g9 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + d2 i4 A( Z/ d: E% e" L) j& T; }% k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 O$ o% w' B' ]* v7 _! P8 cBut I could have told you, Vincent, % T/ e) ^" E2 A3 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 a7 i9 V* ?1 `9 p" y8 P0 gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 M2 b: O0 ]3 B8 k& h; e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 u6 j5 D! ]$ E. X; z5 u! R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 r/ A1 d0 Z8 i" h2 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' |8 L1 L- K1 O8 q9 Z& [! } kHow you suffered for you sanity,/ H# Z7 I4 T. H* D1 m; p1 \
How you tried to set them free,
: ]9 Z0 @. ?( O, zThey would not listen they're not listening still, & c: S2 L8 d6 l- n8 H8 S5 g, y
Perhaps they never will. |
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