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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 x" W! e* u* S/ U- N, M' H$ [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, m1 g6 }1 w3 d/ _# g) `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 y( s3 n3 b5 _$ E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
v% }5 x( p m; U* F/ |. u" QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" Z- H$ g1 W# J1 f# eHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ ], m, D- R- m" b l/ V+ |How you tried to set them free, : G- f6 C" Y3 j* q- m2 N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # O% I0 K8 b4 r# e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : O3 D$ N0 H* E& Y8 ^; ~; m; ]
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 z; m8 e4 K7 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 R7 J2 p- J. ?& [9 ^( i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 b5 z0 W' e2 O8 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 Z5 l8 P. M' ^3 J3 k) m K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' Q; ` t+ p7 s. h) aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) B; z# q- \% @; r# \, T
But I could have told you, Vincent, * {# P* d% }4 g7 |) b7 v) n& k+ ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 ]% Y! P+ S: L) X U, RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & _& x; M5 B- ?' }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * `; J% t( J9 V; X( U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' w; f0 X/ a1 h6 Z' PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 |) U, k3 b8 A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 B E6 ^9 Q1 b( U
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 ]+ C' X( x" l( c! P+ AHow you tried to set them free,
- _. g2 e6 S( l, t$ g4 J1 v( YThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 M i3 E% |/ b7 `3 f7 U! b
Perhaps they never will. |
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