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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * W$ {- I. y' I1 D0 v8 N7 E' ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 F# o3 x1 O) h5 _, Q! {" q$ g& ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, \4 Z1 D* b& m) C+ N: ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( D1 h& Z% }( {, L: Y( i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) Y" O1 Z" l; V, g4 MHow you suffered for you sanity, " W" i9 B5 s/ V: K! O
How you tried to set them free, 4 u" k' D3 Z8 U/ v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" j4 {5 O3 i7 O% fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% Y/ s1 K$ z; Y& r. |4 q: c% M" \( F# uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . \& O) S# d0 R7 v: B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( v. X3 V8 z+ H3 [Weathered 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, 4 b T* t X6 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ Q; W8 M5 b0 ]: r7 T6 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) i. E3 h) A) eBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 {4 z; _+ z1 B- x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 M" L E% k4 Y" v. l, ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 b- L$ U, R3 A* ^* WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" Y9 ^/ g' ], w) ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 @ l1 r& x9 L K; v `1 N' R R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 s u: u7 @6 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - [5 j3 o! ^2 W7 ]& `
How you suffered for you sanity,
# i- {1 N% X! t% ^# [ n1 a GHow you tried to set them free,
5 g3 c2 F2 k6 n' [They would not listen they're not listening still, / |& {7 c1 g" g% c/ `
Perhaps they never will. |
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