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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : s7 t8 g" D$ g1 O0 Y0 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& ~# G! s4 B* u7 w ?( HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( b7 M0 V3 w* ]5 F: L9 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , z2 b$ s( o, {/ q3 q* _: G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% p4 s% P0 C6 g" `0 \8 h) L# }( @- ^How you suffered for you sanity, W3 T/ c8 J2 z, e k
How you tried to set them free,
. l& e- Y, h! uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
Y5 \: [/ T9 x& WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, \2 X) g4 c# _, N7 b3 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# F, {' c) o8 b- w9 J `. J! kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 ?5 l3 C" S& L, f# q9 ]; {0 t$ zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 ]8 m- g, Q! s, L( ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 Y! q- p1 F* Y- x( e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & _7 I4 W% j0 b% Z1 |9 W* l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 b) M9 M! A& z7 T" v+ aBut I could have told you, Vincent, , n1 L, |, r( s3 [! }7 T9 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ r7 V D, R2 y$ \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , f4 q! K% q9 j- r f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' h! o6 l; A# @, bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) B; Q+ R& q! h" d/ }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ^8 `8 {: }0 H0 D
, B6 u: ]( J; k* L, NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 o; K8 J, I. k3 c( O+ b6 t I9 EHow you suffered for you sanity,) d8 H; W+ e5 _) U* d
How you tried to set them free,
( `- [8 s3 b" W* DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ Y$ C; `0 r+ |- }0 N+ ZPerhaps they never will. |
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