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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / l3 `4 w: H. ]. m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 y" b9 }* \. o+ o6 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 a; @9 }% y, W" q1 J3 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! l0 [" M X; Z# u* ~, zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 [+ V7 a) U5 S# VHow you suffered for you sanity, / W; g+ m; [, J# y
How you tried to set them free,
$ [8 n$ j0 B& ]% KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 j8 q% T+ b/ u8 U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 m8 V8 x M( ]$ ^: r1 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : Q. V7 X) q0 I2 C$ _4 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# l! b8 [2 m/ `+ |. JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 D, h* j* I$ K& S; j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. `2 E O; u. P* X# sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- K" m2 h' \8 ` b) l% kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! s. g" T3 a( f) _
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 w- y5 `$ _' R: O6 c% R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # U8 Z; J+ v/ k- S5 R; W
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 ?: P, U* ?4 J: h' Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* p, s2 R; o, y. p- y/ t/ f3 m" xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* y2 F; |9 ?' DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % S, O/ E" i L8 ^* d$ W- i
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
e$ P/ ]. e- j* G2 cHow you suffered for you sanity,8 G9 o& ^9 ]! z( Q" y( I
How you tried to set them free, . g$ p$ [. B" o& i! F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- \2 h, o, j6 t. u" jPerhaps they never will. |
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