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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 L$ t1 s6 A' P1 l; Y; {% M) T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : g6 W5 k6 e' j2 C' `$ D7 v+ m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) G) {$ | `% S; D5 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . Y2 ?( P& U" W1 T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) n" E/ H& w* H) `
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 d! Y6 l, a& K+ @& p
How you tried to set them free,
8 ^' s3 c7 x8 O& NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 ]4 H7 F( _8 V+ E/ I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " l' p6 X, Z7 a% U$ K% r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; a1 ]! [# o. Y9 ^; @) l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! j6 `; L+ X6 Y3 v6 {' a* |# X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 J8 O3 ?2 D0 H, ~1 F* TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 w& q5 V1 K( R0 T2 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 Q# b" _ O) ]+ v/ c/ r+ A* KYou took your life as lovers ofter do, {# `0 t3 u. X/ Z4 \3 N8 w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( d5 ?' H4 y1 \; l& `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! r$ C3 S' L& l% C2 G+ Z& XStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ W$ L. C: ]* I; F @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# H' b9 r# B: [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / c( f: b5 w6 S6 |" m; d& F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" z% _' r2 c' J- @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( S1 j6 F2 S, X& H3 g
How you suffered for you sanity,
. A' Q( s6 K8 L( ^2 L3 rHow you tried to set them free,
/ H7 n$ Z3 k3 b! H% T% K! fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ z f; C# H" t1 c# X ZPerhaps they never will. |
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