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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ H: B3 E$ ~6 gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 i( E, {5 f. X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% C8 m/ n0 J9 X t& D1 b* ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " a! s7 y& x# j& ~# Q( I5 B& g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* ^* t! u+ [' @
How you suffered for you sanity,
; j2 w! g4 }8 `* i' q; L6 nHow you tried to set them free,
' ?0 S- T% p6 ~; b6 z0 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ Q3 x$ l& S) `5 ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! C7 }4 h8 V/ e; L$ R+ SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ s4 |* Y& t# ]8 K9 C6 jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / [, Q( j2 W2 \9 x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& G1 p' K4 S3 z/ P3 `" DFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' }1 P6 Z- W& T! l+ TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 P. x0 o2 H3 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % q3 D f( j7 w! e! E" i$ A7 v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' o* T$ J* }* b/ LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % l7 J* }7 l; e4 {
: Y- @& p2 `. f5 U5 L/ I6 `4 sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' y" L5 G$ S) t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # y1 [: H! D$ B6 w# Y* V6 f1 G6 f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & v9 ` P& F1 K- E# Z3 C7 t- d! j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " N1 P6 ~' P4 F2 E. G& O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# U5 Y$ Q7 {8 T) h% i7 v* c HHow you suffered for you sanity,
. u" [6 _6 y$ G; B8 uHow you tried to set them free, * U. `# e2 u0 [4 T* O. K5 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- N9 [& I: E, x, p$ BPerhaps they never will. |
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