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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 c$ Y3 t# i5 U7 M% MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! r4 s9 K3 P" Y* d5 rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- [- W$ J( k! ^1 e9 e# m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 H9 J+ k( Y; I, N; O2 [ a: LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# j0 ~# m* s3 F E6 `+ IHow you suffered for you sanity,
{' b# X3 D* t1 u2 _7 zHow you tried to set them free,
( n2 _: R; l* k2 L# z- kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- M( {: J. q! w3 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 ]" G. \% C c' t) G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 v0 w1 G9 ?. x- N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
g# V- R4 D( A8 Z( g8 oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( ~, D! v8 H. W* i' W, i
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' i$ E5 X: R- C- K* U. ^( b' U- [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , r) f) P& z' Q: o- ~3 T) V
You took your life as lovers ofter do, m9 m- }1 f2 A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 v& j( P: e5 m0 H% K7 L" DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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6 F0 N. c: w* n5 g% wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: J/ E5 j1 N- g$ }* w$ l- cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 f6 R/ o) b: }1 H) f$ L/ aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. m7 y" J3 _" o' I: K# {2 y- s/ y1 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; x3 j( }5 P9 f& g6 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
E4 p8 s9 U' `# ~How you suffered for you sanity,
}% j! R5 s S0 e# a% j9 zHow you tried to set them free,
( r: ^0 _- c9 D9 p KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ h, u- Q6 E% j- ePerhaps they never will. |
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