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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " B% R6 p2 v* {9 _& K, E! x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. J2 t7 w* s: j0 {4 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) g3 m! N& c0 J4 f0 R) gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% y: u& g8 w+ o9 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 r! i6 H, {2 w9 ^5 g- gHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 c& M# V0 r. G; z- @% f
How you tried to set them free,
# Q" J/ \% ^: [% a. i2 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " ]3 }, l* }& c; n2 W, D0 f: d0 ]& U$ }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- Z) \" H8 N" vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / f. s& c) s/ A/ i+ I: M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# L/ Y. a# z8 m: d6 R1 V2 r# cWeathered 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, 7 p/ u2 M+ \/ H9 `5 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; h9 ^! i4 Q, O8 l' [( }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
C+ y3 ^2 d, B" iBut I could have told you, Vincent, r# P; v& q8 D# s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( W |% H% |: L4 O+ r0 i% L/ I- ]+ |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 t' D2 M. s6 m# G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " H. ~8 z3 ]! n+ P7 k8 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 ^' b9 L. S6 k# p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 n- A2 o7 g; G' B
+ N% j* R% J. w5 v8 b$ x- k2 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , m9 k6 l I& p" A
How you suffered for you sanity,
% \( A! }- k& V, `1 f$ [6 H: s; x6 @1 DHow you tried to set them free, : D# r6 g5 {4 t$ J9 _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) X2 D, _# y, S4 R+ |Perhaps they never will. |
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