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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " o1 k6 W; R3 q: G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% _1 Y: j. ]8 w2 q& iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 S5 `. g* i- O8 v! M/ G* o2 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" }" C& t/ c* _( YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 D) S! p+ u% N) Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 F4 Z5 H: q yHow you tried to set them free, 6 X. D& |- _- [0 ~. }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( v0 D. s! i* `; n) p: e+ r/ k7 A. BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 a V+ f8 A$ Y) N8 B8 k, {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 y* B) x3 F$ S" p, {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' y8 Q8 g, ? t) F" D# L, uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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[" f0 i5 H. e; m$ {8 p+ E6 TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; @' b& T% K" @ E6 A5 D1 w6 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 N) e" L* j; t' W( f) s$ l4 D& BYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 @' y& U5 W+ Q7 r# \9 w5 J% b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% f6 C* ~0 `4 I! j$ t5 J+ f8 cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % c* A" \: U% v$ I/ f5 V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 \4 B( g9 R# ^2 @2 M# ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * w1 ], Z# W9 U4 J- Q1 ~: C5 F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; H9 l3 s$ P& e7 s* |. ~+ O D+ kThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 l3 d: ` S0 L2 u8 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
I- o, |/ ~% h2 ~* LHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 R- J$ L$ z% T; |& Q7 jHow you tried to set them free,
3 o6 D( [' z3 ?' [/ F/ XThey would not listen they're not listening still, - x. M M1 Y' L2 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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