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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 {/ r4 V3 Z& ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 S1 C' S6 r% Y3 Q( V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' v$ `0 m" d, o2 h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 x+ j( m/ | e# \; j) `( P( e+ rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ [* Y* K& A, x5 |* H
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 p, }) s [( QHow you tried to set them free,
! Q* A1 s1 x% l {4 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 D; j+ I+ o$ X* S! G( y/ a1 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ _, o2 @# b2 _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 z/ R# j% z# G/ U9 M, P) e& eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : _5 Y$ s+ Y6 D) t# M5 i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. C# M" C; K' @: ^/ r/ N4 p9 s+ E kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& r. @1 t) ]7 {2 I8 T$ aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 {' m$ {: [' \* i# @) U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ! [4 Q: G _* ^* U5 C! Z3 j
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 q8 `0 k4 d1 C- T( d" b9 ~" k. T' p' \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 l* l0 E. B* G7 b- ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( U* u/ i* s% I: \; nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) \0 n5 S+ a* N4 p8 F2 nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - {8 |0 b0 z# v. F: A
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,
6 z( o1 P3 T* j9 _ {' [) cHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 w+ ^/ j0 H5 O7 t1 R2 n+ CHow you tried to set them free, N; G5 l- b2 l8 L4 c" @
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! g# O& a; @9 q& S
Perhaps they never will. |
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