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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ K. A! Z- k! \8 Y4 b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 ~5 b4 S5 P4 A3 m; s2 KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 j( _/ D6 A$ d' X, A6 q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. E+ S: }' z2 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; c/ O0 S" a- ?- c' s6 N! b2 B
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 t1 X; S$ L9 [+ OHow you tried to set them free,
1 | o2 k0 O T o0 dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , o; N* z" e9 C: f9 h) C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' c* f/ F8 _; m. E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' Z3 k& L" R* \$ l0 h: z& L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " |* {9 G% q3 X9 G: J4 S; L- G
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,
& [* b4 U* ?1 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ H. G0 c; a: v E) W
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , G; }) T' [3 y, h$ P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! P+ [# w2 f! q4 k& M" k0 G5 ^6 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; z% M% V9 |' t0 Y
3 X( H1 d8 @7 T! F% MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( O8 v# A. G* GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # ?9 B3 R3 ?* S$ x& v N% _* H- U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: O$ g4 h- n8 l7 {3 nThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ ~3 g. g# |2 O; L9 E _6 g- a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 `* |% G/ ], X/ H9 V8 xHow you suffered for you sanity,2 @9 c+ r" D. S, ~
How you tried to set them free, 0 y, S: G$ h" I& ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 }" ~+ Z. K# v! ?+ K; F( x" p
Perhaps they never will. |
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