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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 _, _" V5 V0 j9 z1 u& ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: c/ h; B) r) B" |3 DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 s; n: O% Z0 Y# g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . y) }: a' U+ {5 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. A' X3 Q1 W- o8 iHow you suffered for you sanity,
, o, d3 C. G, E. ]: q1 UHow you tried to set them free,
- o/ f# Z. i8 g( K/ k1 r. DThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 I l% Z0 e1 B+ J5 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) }0 W1 |" C6 p- \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 u z/ _8 G' o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- E6 G7 u. s+ @7 W6 t5 H! IWeathered 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, - w' I# r: G6 v* r& t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : R1 u5 s& B. r5 w3 ~) Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ A1 c4 B+ i3 \2 d% k4 [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 {4 F, B0 F5 z5 x2 Q/ {' `- zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & j W) c" }0 B& N! h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . N0 {" ?9 v6 X: ^9 \4 m2 k- H v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& G% i7 t! J& B1 a; r+ {" D5 mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ p3 F, k; A7 |5 e/ m- pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 j5 E: G" E0 B: h, A: C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 {# f- U" w# q
How you suffered for you sanity,
- y) c I! d' {* M2 N2 KHow you tried to set them free,
; U5 f4 N- F) J+ F a# b* mThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 m7 z* b8 { s) s4 x6 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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