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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 v; }! U% g+ T1 d/ x$ K2 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ \5 |1 W R6 c9 B3 _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 a( O$ C) t" i9 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 j7 M$ M/ F- w" F# M3 M/ ?9 TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- S$ q0 f) J, }, b, o& |& DHow you suffered for you sanity, . W- N4 m* v0 U2 P
How you tried to set them free, 5 x) A% \4 S( d% z8 S. P' A L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' D/ f# a. m, p" g: i4 \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! Z8 n8 x1 k3 A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! M! O( i; r+ w+ C5 ?+ M& UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 {) { A/ o; e5 {/ Z. q7 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 z8 _6 y3 v: d Y6 q. H- U
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . w& o2 }) n. _7 F' ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& C* W8 p! {4 J G' `You took your life as lovers ofter do, - Q; e' h6 o) T) D( d8 N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& c) x" V0 s5 a6 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 t' k3 \* V" p$ S, z1 u* DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & T) Y, S+ ]6 v- d7 t$ N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " v; h# p! s& }# U9 E2 r0 X& b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) R( ~+ v* Z4 ?! a1 C: s' G, i5 b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; w- g- _0 `* p3 t4 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 k2 g+ E Z$ a' J/ b
How you suffered for you sanity,# X# {# a3 T' c3 j& ]$ Y
How you tried to set them free, . b, y$ ~1 {8 `6 c: {/ A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" @0 g* \5 B" z; m2 `+ o% BPerhaps they never will. |
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