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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , x; Y: N# X4 C. T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 F- s% p3 N) s8 ?) s4 L
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
o" Y( Q1 I9 m) d2 D. r+ y' rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: s! I' T% s, F9 r; `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 X3 J( C V! m2 iHow you suffered for you sanity, . [! o0 D6 ]! g b# \: n6 S
How you tried to set them free,
. A/ G; @6 S, L. d$ aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 A# H; z( _# nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* r, j: z" S( x9 Z0 KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% a1 W& r0 u; c6 V3 M9 ^: k" o3 Q ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 {7 p7 l- E: `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 U6 e# k& ?& A' {: y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 H \1 `7 J' q* }' o0 b9 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / j& e3 o9 @$ f& y. n8 c' k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 V4 ]* B$ y& d1 uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 Z4 [. z- G, u# e( f$ F; vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% ]) p t& _* }2 \) \# C% p! ~9 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
D3 @7 `+ z+ V. J9 ~& ~, jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & ^: u5 I/ U! |: _+ d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 U8 R4 q: J& F' ]& V+ w1 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) k% `- ]3 S: ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) r% E0 v! k; {$ a( m
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 u1 i; x Z( [4 Q+ [How you tried to set them free,
9 t1 u# H1 `* i) T* K$ T" k6 [They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 C1 x+ y# F' Z) R- E1 GPerhaps they never will. |
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