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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 S0 s* `/ E; s! i* y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ P- q8 O' V( `6 ~( g2 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, T, X3 j; P( g- I9 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - p0 t# m. b7 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! E$ v& D6 N2 a {: j* {2 e6 pHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 b$ U, |2 r9 x2 P8 e; R, O' e
How you tried to set them free, 5 Y8 o M' u L3 }9 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& O/ }9 z9 v l% x9 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! ?; H0 Q- p5 Y3 H& z- T V" Y' ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 _+ S. R! ]- R, z5 s. t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# E3 k3 I8 ^5 ~4 wWeathered 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, ; ^# _6 \6 I7 e# L9 L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 x; E2 ^% f! o+ W U$ Z F2 j" ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 ]/ {/ C, w' D( V0 c8 C2 k; |, rBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! Q' ^+ R3 F U1 R" Y% u" d. R, ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ M1 v* ~3 G8 N ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 K! j/ c' m } s* ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) M8 k/ G. i: m* u6 U
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: k4 f% K3 `9 K+ j( k U2 c# [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " B \. @4 f+ D% Z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 D( C) f w c: g
How you suffered for you sanity,
! G4 U% N7 O9 `& Q8 a. Y* i: kHow you tried to set them free,
2 [5 o3 z& O5 k+ _1 q W7 _They would not listen they're not listening still,
" T7 ]+ u# q. H- vPerhaps they never will. |
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