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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; t2 s( T; a! Z/ b* jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / \( w9 @7 a( ~$ P9 f3 K0 c/ N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, v1 p9 U( Z9 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. |" X4 G4 z4 M3 {1 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 e7 m) i& `" YHow you suffered for you sanity, ( v. R% H! p+ d5 x2 A, O& b q
How you tried to set them free, , h- [: c# o0 `( E! i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; P6 D+ s( V- JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 c; n" b$ T5 F5 C |$ n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* N& v$ V2 h& H9 t7 CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) n# @+ e) z. H H# z+ R: w+ Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' @) g4 e5 s% P; v* D/ N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! W6 {- n9 V5 t% M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* V5 P7 X7 K1 ~/ oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 C" U+ H$ v7 @( s2 W& S# \$ WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 O; T5 c3 u0 Q# ?; }8 b( iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 T6 Y$ ?& ]: J, Y* z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* a# u; r, O p" | P/ ]% C7 Q5 gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 L% N5 @3 [- R5 G" R' v. d5 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ W n' S4 @- E/ H$ b" q/ Z6 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 I% Q2 P; f: k4 ?" nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' }4 _" W7 q) k5 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 Y% p3 a2 M+ f1 T! PHow you tried to set them free, : p$ Y( U. L% G. q! \6 ?4 }; j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 M5 e, Q/ c% Y- S- o, @' xPerhaps they never will. |
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