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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) _+ T: Q' }' R) p) j# l' BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * t& L* Q* w7 [* l- I: k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" I# [0 p6 O8 w" GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : [: Y( r0 h/ J& b' r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# Z9 H/ Y4 {+ F( g3 n1 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ f5 R) d! j1 X3 M: jHow you tried to set them free,
+ a* \. {8 e. L) CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , v) ~- ^. M6 P' [4 D5 K8 [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + t0 g7 `" e/ h7 p% z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; P. s& I& j: H* L' s" A5 ~6 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 F- C; O, T d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. d0 L. t: f* [2 ^+ VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
P0 u6 D I/ pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( E! L1 Q: B4 A- t& Q* v/ N" WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % K. a/ w2 `8 W) ^" @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 W, s2 p, ?: g# b" Y3 v6 n/ EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 t5 T3 p( U/ h }) m7 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . w6 p/ L& \5 `& y N& y9 k3 G8 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : A9 ^% l7 E8 i0 a: ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 i) E M( j4 sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
, r9 b8 B: u# UHow you suffered for you sanity,
l6 ]( O( X5 j VHow you tried to set them free, ( c% j; N! o( d |
They would not listen they're not listening still, * | X: v9 }0 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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