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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ o! r/ M% {0 |* }3 V7 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / r3 ? \+ v8 U" a. G; i, B4 J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( X" V7 L+ p$ F$ ~" VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & ?1 D5 z) a$ p( H6 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ [% i" [: _ v0 e! U0 u: m
How you suffered for you sanity,
' ?/ n0 O3 p1 i+ K" ^How you tried to set them free, . O7 |5 f4 F7 {/ A- h) B' B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 I4 Q7 m0 O Y, u/ x V5 V& TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 V0 y# q; c3 S% l* C% w# y8 oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 [8 o+ j7 d: o# F- l [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # K7 t, `) V: @4 y" y& x* |6 D
Weathered 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, . }3 v L* l8 P+ N+ D& G1 D8 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! e+ {5 U7 C- T% _% @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " x4 t* Z+ B) j( P Y- X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" p: ?5 J9 ]/ VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. |. `# E2 w8 V+ `9 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; B) e$ h8 n4 E) D7 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. t3 {; r) U+ Z! l* j$ |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
_3 l0 s5 r B' }' E& g8 [! SThe 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,
7 K- \4 a, L2 M" EHow you suffered for you sanity,& l. P( I0 {# x% a
How you tried to set them free, c9 |+ s9 F" ?* X+ Y9 O
They would not listen they're not listening still, / v0 W! {1 [* z+ J: F
Perhaps they never will. |
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