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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
N/ w7 o/ d) L, R0 i% W5 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; q, b* E; C4 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," [: c$ }( n6 N) t$ F# X1 y2 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 V7 ]. h4 W1 `5 ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* U) b8 u+ O1 C( c* ?
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 {, L! ?8 w$ d9 g* F4 B& Z7 U
How you tried to set them free,
: u* ~. D5 T9 L( A, ^( rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - M) \. }5 P# U0 Y9 e9 G! B4 g0 q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # ]! Q1 D7 S% S6 b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . e- |1 o# b! k: }7 m3 J6 \+ z9 v# e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, @9 }4 C; z6 }& L" ~" i1 rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! W# n; n$ C3 O/ OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . k- X' v1 i+ ~7 |% Z! j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' e2 P `! o; j" e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & M9 U5 @# O1 Y5 P
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ ~& L b' }* T8 |3 n y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! ^" x3 `+ }+ C( o4 \+ w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & p6 }, D) W6 V0 w8 a; a9 Y9 a9 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& A/ X2 A/ f5 r' m9 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% V" X' p. f/ [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,
4 }8 a, w5 s- Z6 m+ Q9 Z$ Q' nHow you suffered for you sanity,$ K( z" |& @# [! D8 l! P& E6 l* `
How you tried to set them free, ) a f, I; ~( `: W. l8 F
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 N; e+ a2 O$ S5 b5 ~# s
Perhaps they never will. |
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