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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 ^9 E, x& f" r9 b3 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 ?0 D& `4 w2 s, m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
t! q6 n9 V9 g6 QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ G& ~9 o) {3 P: HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' F) E0 |+ ?. M3 ~! }How you suffered for you sanity, # d: G$ s( g+ x% x
How you tried to set them free, ' O% f6 _5 ?- [7 M/ a8 ~; V ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 @. D# ^" {. G0 [1 h) p4 \7 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 ~, k9 h5 l V: Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! X2 R6 E& B1 U1 |& e3 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * k& q3 q" P: d3 I9 r* y, X
Weathered 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,
0 |6 D. i3 C/ c$ g5 k# l5 X! k: iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - O8 v% q+ U1 j! r/ t# O+ h9 q. y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' m- I7 y5 S) @" ]
But I could have told you, Vincent, , H7 @. a' X. _9 A+ i: P' E# X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 o5 K% \0 i1 S3 X3 j6 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( E1 G% d9 ~, Q$ P9 aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( J4 p! o% L. B! |& E: Z+ _5 OLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 f/ N8 m3 Y- i8 `+ `& n7 j: N8 o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / K5 P. D% {0 K; Y
; X: }: c) A& I S; y) N+ Z% ]4 vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- k0 x* ~( _3 |! K/ U# W& H" OHow you suffered for you sanity,
# \, W/ f# a3 Q, p+ LHow you tried to set them free, $ U# Y4 a0 o) W% J* q7 |3 }
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 c6 c, I* h- N5 ]& R: S
Perhaps they never will. |
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