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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - B! h. L: ]1 Q1 D! n$ h; F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
X9 `2 [, z# v" q5 t4 T; OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 H; u# U' m# {, g) B# Y: p. q2 [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + Z. I+ A: _- `3 o6 w7 j" x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
) q: M" H6 z; N3 Z0 YHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 d- c9 U- |( OHow you tried to set them free, 9 U) s( Q% ^; R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & Q3 g$ ~4 H& F# C9 c+ [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! U( ~7 E( j+ d' _# ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 w1 x2 E; Q7 a7 c5 r5 G1 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( T- i+ ^) V3 Q% |& _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 x+ ~, H# z p6 {8 X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " L* G* S, H5 V% r& L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! a$ o: \% a/ d: f2 z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # A0 E/ X! @( `) u+ t! p- \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% I3 Y+ {$ K3 e, ^4 F$ IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% B" p0 c* U& _* ^6 v3 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ o, ^3 o) C* O6 p8 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; k# v I3 M6 ~' kThe 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,
. T: j1 n' m8 g/ @+ S& d7 _+ eHow you suffered for you sanity,- L% P. q @) b9 T v2 x% |4 _8 l/ F( t
How you tried to set them free, # q. ~% s/ Q1 D8 a8 W0 C
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 v- N6 N5 H \0 ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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