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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; b( c; L4 l+ H' y% ~' q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & S/ H6 \8 D# v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 z/ B, [' {! F3 q$ TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + U$ N0 O3 y/ ?( o, W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 M# P' x! W. A1 ?4 Z1 x8 e# [How you suffered for you sanity, 5 X9 m- v a2 U0 r5 ?& M
How you tried to set them free, + G0 i. t9 N! }, I- @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : ]* n* p! K7 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " W# Y! A' H0 s& `. V4 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' M& J) n( ?9 q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% C0 g3 M3 E8 q: Z& SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' |. M$ R/ X# a7 ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 @. `% Z# j, \" s7 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 t3 Q) a. H: X" T3 Y9 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; G% f) i4 v7 C; O8 m/ m: R. l% rBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' ]9 M/ }" n1 `2 c+ D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( X0 X( \3 y, @! B4 Z0 X/ Z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; s: d4 |5 }9 |, p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* l( c% p& V& x# hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 x4 @3 h3 A+ c$ @0 @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ A; x1 X- O$ e$ V8 z1 @" ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
l5 c) p; a1 F' GHow you suffered for you sanity,
% G& Q0 |3 [+ n! h* x( @; Q! PHow you tried to set them free,
% F& a7 I! n; Y- a# i8 Y$ R& w v p% AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 \, z2 ~ w# {3 S$ X( bPerhaps they never will. |
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