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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 \( _9 V' D: S7 _: j- B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 v. N1 a: E! P0 C' P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 c4 }: `% u# W8 `3 E7 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 `3 ~8 i- d, J, u. m' |+ ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 O$ P- v( o5 q7 P; Z+ y: S5 vHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 ^$ L& B: ?3 YHow you tried to set them free, : E+ e- P6 H2 S$ H' v$ a- j) v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , H) U# a. q: P4 U. m$ j9 F+ e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 \) ]/ |8 W* b+ |: _+ ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " ^* G* F5 x. R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 t1 h6 N. C$ F4 _! g- D: Z4 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, - }" q7 o3 t0 l5 b! ?' `% z7 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & W, i0 ^; f$ X1 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 b5 U: u4 j* ?0 g- }But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ P5 U& x+ r- M2 XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ h% h& j" o% n B; {# `0 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" @' X' s# @+ b/ W9 Q1 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 C6 n, X2 i0 Z* o% LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ F; o0 }% e- @( \' k0 rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 {# q5 c' o4 g% ]
How you suffered for you sanity,( V3 T& D9 d4 s8 y' C
How you tried to set them free, 5 A. [, I. g+ o' |8 L% H
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 a1 w$ V5 j* e, ~; {+ c
Perhaps they never will. |
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