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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
D2 F$ y5 q8 D9 w) kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 X0 }" H+ c. `% b2 E; JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, }! n6 D7 f* L% V1 P! r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 l9 d7 b9 L) U5 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% a: u# X e* q& E2 f6 j: }How you suffered for you sanity,
" a6 p' R, F( I; S; p5 iHow you tried to set them free, 1 d2 t( K! Q, ^( U3 Z. D3 I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 D' Q$ R" Q) f( p) i* c7 B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 W7 r: W# `9 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# w3 J: ^: o; }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # {. K+ ~/ e! S* h6 i# ?1 r
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, 5 l3 x" D/ }; B( p6 y0 y4 b5 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( w$ e! ]! E7 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' Z! u6 n5 S e4 ^$ YBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 s; r; M( A3 G; Q$ Y# N0 }. mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 U, u: M' a/ R6 h6 z9 M( j) ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 v2 `+ N" G/ H6 ?8 H' t. z2 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ t. k3 |6 C) U T0 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # f) h; H+ v$ j& h* t. }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : U- ]& _, ^& g/ W/ |# w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, }* X# A; h6 g/ J2 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
! e) p/ Q7 @ G3 r0 BHow you tried to set them free, 2 h7 D1 n8 O2 B O0 p% O8 D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* n1 J4 w9 G: U& }' w* q3 WPerhaps they never will. |
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