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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, L }" A3 {4 P3 ]5 O3 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ [ i3 a$ \, {6 h4 \, F& ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 v: W) P) L2 T7 |; f: ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 ^, V. H0 U$ e7 _6 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" j P1 b/ t: X& t8 } SHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 |6 k, l! X8 W- r9 b$ @
How you tried to set them free, ( p# Q) d* X! N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : b' E9 C: _: y# [, b) u: z3 N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 r* v, `& s @) U/ j' \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * _8 R; g- q! ?. E+ q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 b% d( X, b# W" q: S4 U+ D1 M4 a$ DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 D5 H& _% `4 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( p$ h( A2 Y. b( GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . y( B! [' k' Z0 w. ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / ~! y+ C/ H8 Y# i' f4 W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 E: R' F |* Y5 I# yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 v( q- {' Z* M! a0 z; V* s0 FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / N8 S) h9 |$ n+ w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% e7 r4 O. H# m& |; BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 `( I+ p6 ]7 V7 Z( f3 z/ AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % J: |0 q4 _$ |3 z& F
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 k+ \& f- A$ j$ rHow you suffered for you sanity,3 `0 \! O& ]+ w
How you tried to set them free, 2 u% V. d: s4 l. E, ?" W) x
They would not listen they're not listening still, s0 @0 M6 ~7 }) D2 H( W2 ~7 J7 ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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