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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # l+ x0 o4 x4 }+ C( W# W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( S5 f1 L# S- V3 q. b- ?: q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 h d4 X& M7 b, x) O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 M' Q# R1 B, W0 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& m1 p$ R9 Y$ @0 eHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 ^! ~0 Z3 y6 g1 r8 R
How you tried to set them free,
J: `, @& C2 b# CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 k! F2 B8 L3 x# ~, V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: _) x0 p. Y1 s! [% hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % I0 D1 u& K; c" y4 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ y( U5 H% y0 U9 a9 HWeathered 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,
5 X; r3 J+ N( p. f3 K: }Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , L r, U0 m/ F, S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& x/ N& x N2 e6 Y; cBut I could have told you, Vincent, . }/ N4 W; v( \, t+ ?1 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ c9 m% A& k7 S) O; pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 z# d$ q/ M8 _) |' {+ |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( a" i% K) a8 \1 N$ E8 S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ W0 p6 o4 p+ v+ s' M/ mThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # f$ F0 i, f7 Y1 I
& W- H# w' j: KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 R/ f5 `* S% tHow you suffered for you sanity,* j7 E7 d6 s2 g8 j
How you tried to set them free,
* e% e, f( l. ]0 k' RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 K' X# {2 d" P$ d v$ j4 aPerhaps they never will. |
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