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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 o) ~+ L" h( lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( q* M' o5 H B2 Z S. \' `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( R" E, t; @3 F* nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : l$ _8 J$ @% G6 M1 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! U( e5 K6 e( ^* T& FHow you suffered for you sanity, ! D8 K3 V R w! R& l( | }1 r
How you tried to set them free, # ?* F1 u) I$ e$ w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 ^: T p6 p# `( J3 T, N/ V) J9 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , G: b! A& k- G5 v1 p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 n# y s+ O8 j" uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 p0 O. I) @! F# tWeathered 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, + m% M4 M$ H; k# m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, s) R @! N' V4 DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 J" ~" N! @: B2 y X
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! @$ e' _ L$ j7 Y7 n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 L! k/ |7 i3 J" {+ w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ \+ S8 \1 |7 D& {) A2 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " @3 l* @) W& p3 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / P" F5 _" ?2 U& d% {' {- c
The 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, * C0 n2 x9 N+ I0 T. C
How you suffered for you sanity,8 _$ R) f$ G7 G8 @
How you tried to set them free, : D- A% W! [; K. p# Y8 w: d& A. f
They would not listen they're not listening still, & F6 E! e1 p% F! Z, r* w
Perhaps they never will. |
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