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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ K9 h5 J9 {7 F9 X. P9 Q) ?# m* b+ W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 o I$ B; @' M8 P. a& z3 O2 _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' I( R$ C: S8 B. |( X# tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% p7 G/ }( C+ T$ v5 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 f& P: U7 M) l8 F. R3 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
; j% ~' E: x; B! P4 k) LHow you tried to set them free, % H" t% f8 ^, M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % A$ t4 J3 g: @. I& m( K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: c* W0 m. |2 d( z' ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 ?! X& O. T" {; Q2 E8 n5 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ C9 `; o0 N; a( B) w$ 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,
/ \; e; v+ ~& l5 UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 P3 B: f4 z# a5 _* AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" G2 E! Z0 Y X* ?( mBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; z! x) b. e! I' s9 t; w$ e: k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * S3 f7 O+ C" A5 @- D: m
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ Y9 Q8 O9 G# [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & m- @+ _% i; j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 Y/ `* o. l& m3 f, j" X* e
) E) Q4 ?) z3 ^# `. I' vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * v# W8 a8 Y7 e1 y3 E
How you suffered for you sanity,! C, @" A* G. I% y! C
How you tried to set them free, : Y# T& X8 X" \5 E# ~2 @
They would not listen they're not listening still, % D, c P8 Z2 W3 A' b
Perhaps they never will. |
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