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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , x1 B; \3 v6 r- c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' ]7 l0 G0 h3 b% {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* B. `4 c2 `& E8 G3 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & O+ r% |: V1 x2 E5 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# U* P& v2 u% H& O8 _0 n5 CHow you suffered for you sanity, + } ~& W. O- t; o( T
How you tried to set them free, 2 I% R; J* X) b0 L6 _5 f9 i w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 c h i+ J- V$ a/ Z0 }5 d0 D9 j7 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & S- J8 { I6 b7 r9 a9 }+ a
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 S$ p, X1 e$ [( C. b3 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- K1 Z5 L2 m5 W1 M6 D8 C; yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) A0 g# p3 ^' Y* x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 z# o/ Y0 M# {& N$ V, JYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 `% M/ K! r3 B
But I could have told you, Vincent, * w) d/ L! j$ S1 z7 m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( ?; f4 n3 {# t% b& tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 f+ m& v/ X% V$ K, ]$ UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 c( F; F7 n2 J% y; R. C, d7 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 K: ^3 g/ X H7 A% w3 b* \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; g- i, q1 T: ~5 @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 L% y+ }5 A- Z1 u% W
How you suffered for you sanity,
p0 R2 K* h8 A4 ^) iHow you tried to set them free,
v$ i, Q2 {( y1 m" m7 OThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 V: i8 Y, o8 x+ Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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