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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . X3 }5 m) b; ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( Y: F; W/ C( \8 {. k9 Q7 D. o/ P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 v, \$ l9 v- C& ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' S2 a$ ^8 D$ \$ M k+ Y" e& [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: P! y# ]3 h; D8 m% }$ E5 b. t
How you suffered for you sanity, ; P1 C1 }+ A/ R/ `. J( s
How you tried to set them free, & |5 z6 i* M( g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . U: T. G/ K& I( z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " L6 \* M% Y8 k) S6 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; Z9 f K3 v( [3 |8 s j8 W' M- z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' R) b0 o b) O7 n2 _& O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" s9 P3 u8 m, ^! n/ e7 P* M3 qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 R8 a! E5 ?2 ?) Q f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 G! l y$ ?1 C; J& pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ v5 @. d6 q$ q. ?# y% ~6 nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' x8 L1 Y6 w* w* q7 [/ DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * e6 w+ |* w; W+ i4 Y: z2 F1 J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! n5 \3 @& s; [, \. k! BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 v; q: m* ^7 U# i" t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! Z' e& _' ~) _- X* _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( _) V: |+ n4 U/ t, X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % c3 V( u: F- }1 e! c
How you suffered for you sanity,
! a$ s! L, h$ t7 b1 L4 ]How you tried to set them free, / Z; p2 [. }% }, M- j6 A! u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 d" b5 \8 ~3 Z( @. b) M% o1 n: CPerhaps they never will. |
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