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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 c- O s+ E# i: v% p2 l* ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 S* z: N- U6 o, FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( m# K9 R1 k v6 R% r7 F4 B) iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ q, y1 V1 e6 [* B4 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: P; B$ A1 U* u' f; Y
How you suffered for you sanity, . ?) K$ F8 @; j$ ?
How you tried to set them free,
" A6 q. t5 d$ F. h, ~$ fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 |; S# s! G% i1 b( i" JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , \4 e' O, r5 m3 T3 x7 X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 i# p( u. @8 m) I/ M: p, G$ Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# y# j! H2 [6 w2 MWeathered 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,
" Y* ]' p3 B F8 b2 I: o& \) `7 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , E. L4 W7 I4 @- `- X- ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # J2 p/ l0 H3 i7 V3 o: C
But I could have told you, Vincent, / g% m1 q- I' s. A3 I" _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& F8 M' Q; M/ j, K: g. V( p4 e, VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) I, U c0 Y2 G* p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% m) d B. a5 w/ L+ g6 Q; aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 a% g9 p, O2 w# o9 \( v! W: j, A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# b2 P. j3 h( M, B: rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 W* J s- H p; I# f; Y UHow you suffered for you sanity,, E# N6 }7 c5 Y
How you tried to set them free, . e3 F, d2 P9 i1 `9 X: |/ i2 [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( n d- R( }/ u; e9 n8 d wPerhaps they never will. |
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