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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; k+ Q ]1 W/ k4 e# o, YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 Y4 ?* N( N$ v8 H" [8 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, V t! f/ \4 H) t x, S" c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * Q; k1 m' {: ` ~3 o' }2 z/ F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ ^' R3 g( c0 ~9 }" Q% p, P ^
How you suffered for you sanity, % x' ~/ Z) W* V l3 s
How you tried to set them free,
! U6 A$ D2 {; Q! G* fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) m1 u5 v% o* p. s$ x5 H3 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' j F4 \) J1 ]* Z: a* Y" G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' R2 A7 Z |' y' P* f8 e6 ~; X4 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 s2 T/ X$ `2 YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 A0 s8 K& s; J0 A5 }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: r4 x# e0 I) L0 F/ E! \* \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / @ Y" S$ S5 {! [% l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - O. Q k4 x7 \1 Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, + s, N$ |' n C+ c8 b8 R# H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' c' U& a1 L5 Y. \; `2 \9 `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # I& t! y. }& T. o2 O( G& u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 S: C, H, Z) kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) g( t% d* \6 @+ [) \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / `- e1 X' u/ T; p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, % a6 o5 l1 |" g
How you suffered for you sanity,% |( q7 v. _ x& D
How you tried to set them free,
8 U8 {4 c" u6 V& f2 FThey would not listen they're not listening still, " m" E9 E# }% ?0 {6 d/ q/ L
Perhaps they never will. |
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