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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : B# _+ l& \6 j7 D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& e+ u# B7 L3 K) v5 M) @- iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- E* m$ f0 d0 f" P* v7 t' zCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; b B0 @5 M5 J; l" X% @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 P/ L5 d! w( h6 \9 O) F9 c3 t" GHow you suffered for you sanity, ) c% W- ]3 i) ? K6 k; b+ W
How you tried to set them free,
4 E/ V1 w0 f7 RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) Y' j2 `* A" Q3 W) x* O2 H) R( l4 _1 C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " y# }7 U$ B5 c( ?. f1 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / H3 [2 R2 P; Z O8 r. i i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" B9 Q. q% C' t, }0 }0 J: I/ ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ N6 n2 ]( G3 u1 _6 \For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 Z% ^ K1 P9 h) z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ W1 C: q) S! z' M8 KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' ^ b7 T& r: N9 L' q+ n8 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, % \8 H- ]8 s" W! U) F1 B) ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% K: M, l" h( H N) s4 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 a' y5 q4 n3 E+ Q2 DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! U6 q) }/ s0 C5 Y8 M, g9 y% NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. T. q+ `! i/ F- OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & C( X$ m) f9 ^! U S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - I- T* F0 J( k% e* c j3 z
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ K( r8 t: @- HHow you tried to set them free,
2 X8 k% ^) J y6 H L1 |" ^They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 h) \/ y$ l5 x1 @ e1 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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