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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - U! ]' w& \3 t3 D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! H' j& T6 J7 _" D5 \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( |. z- l0 d0 S! nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 r6 U I/ v3 m6 Z6 [5 [6 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! U8 y3 l; M% b3 ]$ }* ~4 j- l+ G
How you suffered for you sanity, : i" Q4 h0 T& c5 y2 n
How you tried to set them free, & Y9 x1 d* y0 Y; N) G6 C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , g$ C; }# c, T* v) K" _2 I, K& a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 i% a1 H" D |/ w9 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
T- H1 |( B% Y8 R! b. }1 t( ^Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( f2 y. q5 i3 v" C5 [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 \7 h4 ~+ W" Z2 X, q, nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 E- D {* [- R) j. `/ O7 W9 ~ [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 {3 M9 ^8 Y& | B6 P3 Z( tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
B# n7 O$ r# W, M3 \But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ e' L/ q( S/ R" LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 \) H% x* ~' F$ ]4 {4 Q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " K( M3 u0 J7 D( w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 e3 W) Z: g- b) q. a" I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : D+ u% ?! s! G3 Q# s/ {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 B+ a# c4 F6 Q0 F8 p2 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' Q9 u$ i$ C h9 M8 h5 fHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 Y8 j, K0 c- F' l N( t6 MHow you tried to set them free,
& r" k; k9 t& BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 a4 B$ f6 j/ Y9 W* a0 S3 uPerhaps they never will. |
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