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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( x k& m2 X4 q# Y6 rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( i' G) q. Y U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 f: U) _& q1 c: H% WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 e n+ S# x$ ]5 vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 B* Q% v' B7 ^% KHow you suffered for you sanity, ; z& U; u: c) E' C* S
How you tried to set them free, ' p* M3 j8 K9 T$ D' ?- v6 e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : D! }/ P4 E9 X4 H- N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 o" m$ \5 \0 B/ E& J, r9 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& X9 F/ e% T, B3 D# ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) u1 B- Y+ q" B4 r' G/ f/ gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , X o7 {6 r! y1 T6 O( D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : G1 q1 Y3 ?0 S% u( [, v) n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 i( M$ q: u2 k6 a. HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! I6 U1 L( d+ Y9 s: y7 P8 y# o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" j/ E( \9 ]0 D7 O! W% ]: a# @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + `* M Y) \- |# e+ A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' [4 U! Z1 e, a q" p0 C. [$ aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. f. }5 g6 E/ u4 [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& y7 Q$ c' \) ~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,
" A& c* E. o, N+ w KHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ \# B5 L) Q8 S, v, }4 ?How you tried to set them free, G" N9 V1 p4 B' B+ N. g
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( H4 c/ j7 ]4 J8 k: k4 M( hPerhaps they never will. |
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