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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + B2 W# V( L; d' ^. Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ V, v# I3 x c' o, }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* [6 s X1 I3 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# S4 _. {; k' sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' G3 j4 J( C0 _2 s
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 @ U+ z' n* i1 N+ tHow you tried to set them free, ' n) {* e3 f6 T+ r. z' C/ h5 V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ s1 N# I7 \0 d1 M# k! J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' m$ Y# l& E6 o! m" QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 q3 y- r# Y8 D& B: U1 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, |$ S. d- x5 M% `0 AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( v& ^- }7 S8 x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- x, M. w, U( Q" i5 Y$ R% jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( v7 E0 T( |" P- q( \" jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ^; i. ]/ I& n( \# n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 M: B2 { c2 d: t, ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 z& v3 J& a: L. u
! L# F; ?; i8 h# I' aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% q; _/ k. Z4 \( QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ G8 h1 D4 O7 s0 w% y/ Q# fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% c9 a) C8 K* a+ x$ eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) K4 h0 Z' ? B1 \' _ G4 c- L, K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# O1 p! T6 {( H8 \( E2 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
* Z4 x2 n0 s! o* e2 b! e) `. e4 LHow you tried to set them free,
: m8 q) c3 d2 P# `+ k. qThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 T: X6 k, ]7 E3 H+ E
Perhaps they never will. |
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