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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' \5 Z5 ~* y( b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! {5 r2 `8 o4 v1 e, @! U1 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% s6 t* h9 ?- u3 b0 C7 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * f& P6 n2 n4 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# q X. T9 h/ T6 UHow you suffered for you sanity, . x* t# {, s% p% x! v8 \
How you tried to set them free,
; y& V0 }0 F% J0 JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 H. j3 Q2 ^! [" b2 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 u& N0 l5 ^2 G, y' N1 z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) S/ j* q; e' g: r8 j# c: M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 `: q* Q+ Z; _Weathered 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, 4 e5 p2 A- a: _* W# Y& a A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 ]0 F! T* T. t7 b0 R8 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ ~& j, b' G3 \) E
But I could have told you, Vincent, : K" O1 ]# W& X: v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' W6 v8 k2 z0 B; {. N3 j0 YStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 z m# t' T( s$ p6 k% HFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
_* Q* U& U. @/ @9 M, [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- s) a8 ^+ d/ C/ j) [2 sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 m. C$ a( a# J( X3 p/ ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" i5 d3 m. r. q1 @+ ~% Y/ V: gHow you suffered for you sanity,) i P2 y7 A# u6 V0 E# h6 E" V" c* L
How you tried to set them free, 6 \. [4 o' `9 y: ?7 C7 L* h$ }
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( J+ `3 E5 ^+ p' i2 cPerhaps they never will. |
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