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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 X" V: z4 v2 f& y+ X* k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 d9 ]5 Y2 y+ W. h G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; {4 X1 t9 c0 t x! U3 w, ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / v% h# i- Y, \2 e0 P' W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, H8 d# r# y: I0 lHow you suffered for you sanity,
! Z- U+ {. N0 e0 ?- b6 k: iHow you tried to set them free, 0 ?2 m3 w z3 ]5 b& T. \ L \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * T4 `2 ]" E9 J F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * [5 b; f& O( c5 S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 m2 k+ C. F- R% Z, M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 `: Z4 S4 V/ w7 j1 U$ P6 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 ] j) ]" X2 ~ n3 Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 e/ r4 g: I+ PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! z0 a/ R) o7 v# _' hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - G- ^4 k7 r$ _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 u$ Z7 d* j: }# E FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' t ]; V6 V/ T( D. S
0 o0 c* I6 {/ Y0 d' VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 T* N8 u7 D3 t5 s, v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . h# q2 O3 x# k, ^; x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' C4 Z1 e$ G' W+ T+ c7 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % r0 U4 h8 a0 ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, k% \1 |& Z. x
How you suffered for you sanity,; Z" u! `: W2 c& M1 a! I
How you tried to set them free, 8 q% r: p- { {& h# F2 H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 [8 C" ]1 [# a. x mPerhaps they never will. |
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