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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. s. H, T6 ]2 t. M7 W3 ]& V8 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & s1 R* E- K4 e- P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( k" A' [" O7 q& E7 ?$ Q& ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' G/ g, V' n5 @4 Q! UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 c2 g: j- W2 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
! l5 i9 x* L; J2 N: ]How you tried to set them free, ( [+ O; o! U) Z9 ?6 _- N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 n8 d8 I7 v5 ^8 z' ^1 M$ H, W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 z: U4 T" \0 k. f: ?* H; S' i' CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) P+ F! _( g& V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 T8 e& X) n+ q! `* l
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,
! T* x3 b; Q5 t3 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. q( s2 ~5 x! e/ NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , [1 f& L9 J; e5 I, E( I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& O( Q( Q5 }- z- t$ t2 B8 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ c& A3 x" } X. T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / M( _. L; k' f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* o3 j* f" Z: z! h! C6 M, o9 i4 |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, 2 h- l' {7 q! k1 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,. r9 S: _' x+ E* S4 l
How you tried to set them free, & l" k- E+ i6 X1 O7 S
They would not listen they're not listening still, % E$ g# O4 X, S
Perhaps they never will. |
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