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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 t1 z4 E8 W. b2 N1 h" H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & j& G' L! a& j! Y+ G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) p9 `# B4 |# J. v" \9 E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * \" a4 [7 b, Z8 a4 \1 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ j7 H+ L+ U2 a8 F3 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
" n) O: ? {) sHow you tried to set them free, & T. f( C/ X5 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 w1 [. z5 M8 V% y* p# Y0 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & A$ H3 l) T# d; X5 V' u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * Y1 J: K) w' D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% V7 }3 A2 K' I: a/ }' ] [. {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & o1 e M' {; b: Z( B+ j+ Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* ~" ]1 _4 t. P1 {0 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. F% }1 }" ~& M. Y8 @; N' BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* F; Y) u( j+ \) Z; YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 \2 d Y" G ?: B! |0 \2 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 H) H! p3 D' U, T. [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( ?9 J( V" ]: @6 wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! N: O$ l; y" g9 s- s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . R+ `: Z8 V5 G/ m }. g
How you suffered for you sanity,, n2 P4 c& p" z- B3 x8 k
How you tried to set them free, + V+ {3 q- d' M: a- V5 j7 s
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 K |" R8 Y4 I; x6 G
Perhaps they never will. |
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