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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 K6 D0 {# I, f/ a, Q" ~% RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( P: K9 a8 s+ q T; r: r* F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ ]+ k) w' L$ W0 [) g$ T# W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 {( @4 q, I* R& v C- s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; u: _. p4 R0 }6 W7 RHow you suffered for you sanity,
- I/ P( _& y$ ^. w! N \How you tried to set them free, - z+ _6 ?' R/ {4 b6 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 G* y: O) s7 c7 h, Q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / ~# K) b. r+ D$ e6 Z4 s7 B: L3 B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 Z5 N \4 L- g5 n9 r0 Z @0 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 P P3 U; {+ ?7 |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & |! i: \( d; p: ?6 T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # \$ X$ s: E8 I" I& g: y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 Z; b1 O# O" k6 G! _" i
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 F6 E$ P, ~# y' {1 A2 Z" X" Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, / U& I" N' ?/ g L, _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 m- T+ f( e/ B. a
/ L$ y1 ]* Z2 R% S5 q0 R7 P# xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ j- w% x) y, k( k6 C" OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' s6 Y$ j4 a- Q7 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * k$ |. A+ ?( `& x4 J1 q- [0 j
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, ' V% ~& C- @( L4 r4 u# K0 @, ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
& ?$ x, l5 J0 FHow you tried to set them free, $ D0 }9 Q! a0 x6 M
They would not listen they're not listening still, & t. T9 \# Y! B9 P2 j/ a
Perhaps they never will. |
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