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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% W J6 w; i7 Y; w: ?0 |( NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, d; O( s% v0 V7 I1 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ s- \: x# r! {$ |2 b) ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . d* j- [4 o0 {+ v) ~4 R' Z+ `; e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- x0 c6 t% y! x8 E# E: z( qHow you suffered for you sanity,
" g( Q$ z5 J) a @- _How you tried to set them free, , E% V8 G+ u3 ^. M" ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% y3 C* j: J" XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ J* x* f7 D7 M }+ WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * k$ z3 n, p% j2 P* _ a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 x- ~; K& D6 |: _3 C: lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* A$ b- _- b$ b9 x: u6 wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 h, y. j8 u6 w' w1 |9 \$ KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 ^0 T2 v: k1 @7 Q T" yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # s2 Z+ s Z4 c* m6 B8 b
But I could have told you, Vincent, " C2 ?- W) R/ ]- X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ J! _/ f: a. w1 {- j3 c, `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 E" @' L; P: G( Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 v) g X- z% C/ D+ J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " q1 Z# x! ~9 Q
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, ' b& f2 t% e0 o. B
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 y8 X' ~1 G' U0 WHow you tried to set them free,
j; U- b+ \2 @1 G' L* g7 @7 I0 r$ C1 `They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 a' i: G% A- zPerhaps they never will. |
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