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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 M! x% I! l9 M; U7 U9 dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / k3 w. ]# ~3 o# J Z _7 n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 T B6 ] h# {) A2 ~+ t( GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 p7 p) B0 U( s; INow I understand what you tried to say to me,( }7 A1 S+ ?1 g8 j4 Y) C/ L
How you suffered for you sanity,
" w9 I& D2 `1 o3 g3 b! p% PHow you tried to set them free,
9 f3 c9 A* W1 L. cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; L ]5 A% b% d( R# x" g/ j8 O3 L% C1 YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 | v' U3 o8 ~3 z. Q9 F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ o: |5 T1 i- x; w2 Q% D9 s5 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; K) e2 I+ L/ H- N8 F: EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) G) R6 k' V* n8 E' V3 X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' E" x4 j1 H! j/ s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ B) n$ ~ `9 k, Z3 x# XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( m6 q$ Y# p7 w# E6 G. w MBut I could have told you, Vincent, * w" U7 h/ X% L/ f) s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 V0 m2 s4 W* i- AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 R5 x J% o; \# o7 i! u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 Y+ S$ ]: w! t1 }! L. D. _9 G2 @; O, ?; o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, A2 @3 ^8 M2 \5 L J- C; sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 o4 y/ H/ W3 x2 ?4 g& c
How you suffered for you sanity,/ g4 j9 S# t3 y/ B7 V; |* p
How you tried to set them free,
* Y& H2 | r% f# R8 cThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 F$ H0 Y. F& J1 }3 V5 _/ ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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