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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' s0 z1 C+ [: k p; tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( z. S3 b5 p+ O {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% e4 ^" Q3 C5 O; I' q9 K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / I2 u' G4 N" v9 D- F3 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' P3 t5 {% _9 I# S" }
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 D9 V" ~9 L# ~8 dHow you tried to set them free,
8 `6 t8 u5 {5 T- p5 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * H% N, q* h8 W0 _ G1 n; D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' q% e2 X1 g5 C& ~. z$ A; e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 z: q+ x7 d5 y7 d, lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: E' j( |' F; }( z2 G- Y& GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 d4 e9 X" l, r: ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, m! y9 Z- f" W; _0 a& [4 P. t1 r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! ?8 Y3 m# N2 H4 ]2 E; IYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 Y1 m6 k% ~- D+ K4 j
But I could have told you, Vincent, * y4 l6 f8 J% C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# u7 o: i, i9 w2 ~# `4 ~& R! ~: ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 a: u& l& |" ~7 n9 c8 P. M% u# h. G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 o* c" a9 x8 K6 @6 }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & s0 U7 m# M- |5 V x9 r, v6 l1 N) ^8 k
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & x% e6 V7 Y9 R( A, D. v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ L, C; B" }: c/ KHow you suffered for you sanity,
( I( K5 Q' @$ l0 fHow you tried to set them free,
* P6 g) J. [& m; W- @They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 J% d6 ]3 u7 V/ R+ V B( D
Perhaps they never will. |
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