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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! ^# m2 A! t7 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , ^# A$ {: h! d) r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) @% O" f. C I9 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, O6 a( g( L' }7 G9 CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 J2 ]! U+ y; H3 h' E
How you suffered for you sanity, ; O/ {" ]4 [ I
How you tried to set them free,
; }4 f& x; m! _4 [% v0 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ W3 ^5 q/ ?+ |: L7 U8 N$ x4 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 a2 }! _8 y, u0 v' v6 j1 `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 q0 S5 m! w+ O6 y% _$ Q, RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ y, }7 E5 e# t1 s! r: X8 \; J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 r2 ]1 Z8 l% j( FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 x4 u" p; G; EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 i C! d0 w! l+ s" y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 g2 e- i9 t+ R" d
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! \6 x7 \' C) [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 C Z' z7 i7 t6 J3 m* `0 S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 Y: d! c& M; e2 O8 H+ `/ }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, I: n5 S8 o: A! O2 f) VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 D# V4 e# f/ f$ H* N5 M( z- FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; P3 ~' n0 q) f# O6 B
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( L( t; ^1 H7 p; b; @$ B0 O
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 L4 t6 h: @- d- W1 DHow you tried to set them free,
0 | y% B+ @1 `* ]2 [They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 @7 `; Y8 O1 @' m+ k
Perhaps they never will. |
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