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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! W; Z% X; y- d0 |; J# k+ RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& D% g: w$ r' F9 \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" u' H6 G+ `# [1 r+ O& l" ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( j- K8 U0 [: gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 o- |- L( g3 w: m
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 o8 k( I& m% v( a3 S9 q% B# |0 B: |
How you tried to set them free,
4 h( k3 I: w* i7 z4 I7 ~2 r6 T1 ~! V9 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) V$ Z: Y6 n5 w# \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 T2 d5 Z/ G* E( \- s$ H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) d' {. |& E0 Z# {. d! Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) }; f+ l4 ~8 L9 E, O5 N) f4 g% _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' v* j2 j5 d% O0 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 Q* e5 f9 k& ?2 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( V3 w0 x: ~2 Z9 ]- e2 K
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
V' ]8 V$ L; g# PBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 _7 j+ w l1 n6 B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % o/ x5 R* d9 w+ W# J2 L; Y+ }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, M% x6 ~$ o" l) ?' d3 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( [# c: X: b( J) l4 x7 [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " m# H* B6 F* v: ] ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" g8 e1 o; Y' y) d9 [8 K: ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 ]; w. Z# q( Y J! [* Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 n1 u* l$ y0 a# rHow you tried to set them free,
6 C a+ C) J7 g/ B8 L! g' W6 [They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 X4 e& R: X' e }: S, m& _7 @3 XPerhaps they never will. |
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