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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 T- K! E J0 `0 `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 B0 q* C6 j) n5 g% XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" C) F9 }$ p9 [4 V& \* G) {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) Y! G4 @9 r P n6 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( f7 X3 [; o1 r7 w0 b- lHow you suffered for you sanity, P- c; ~3 y1 P
How you tried to set them free, $ q1 q+ u/ x+ a$ x" `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . B$ N. K2 e% ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' V) u* V* _2 ~1 a, I7 n) nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : B" w4 ]6 v+ Z8 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" G' i- T: _( ]2 ^0 `; tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 f. ~0 W8 ?! P3 {. S
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # u% l7 h |+ `, |' q. m3 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 A8 P8 }8 K6 b% x M4 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 |& F: o7 i7 ^9 v& lBut I could have told you, Vincent, # f4 ^1 y+ O8 f* Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : g9 Q% L: o# x5 G1 _7 ]4 o! N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - |) g6 G: l6 C% Y0 d4 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 I7 l: `/ C1 X z8 }# z- e" L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 c' z: u' `) m" f& M% r: _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , Z# ?# J7 `7 D7 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,
& O; \" H! q& @. s/ y, b2 OHow you tried to set them free, 1 n4 p; [) b! g
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( F9 E$ ~9 l3 r' a, a- [" n3 ]. E
Perhaps they never will. |
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