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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, R. f0 G( V Z# f( K3 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 ^! B6 E) q5 R+ Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# v. D5 Q4 r* c; |" m u5 _) W7 OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 p5 @" [# z6 P7 p9 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
Q: s$ e- Q' Q. x, u% r# oHow you suffered for you sanity, ' N9 \8 O; h. c5 d, E; X7 f
How you tried to set them free,
3 Q8 }- L6 [, c" p% F1 n0 ~, XThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' f! N9 J4 M0 o) Z( j% |: hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - r _" ~0 A$ [7 X" Q# K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 |$ W8 f6 }3 Y6 `# S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. t0 _5 L5 O& uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / k1 W$ ~( }+ T$ O8 M, p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) v9 b1 P: P0 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 X4 D+ }. y+ R: R( F4 n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! ~8 H( r1 P2 J5 l7 L$ aBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ t: l- m8 j! b1 @0 [6 Z" |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % I+ r# ^1 k% D: u% B+ H5 N3 @
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 o7 e/ n1 \3 N, h# I$ S3 v2 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 E! G2 E9 z2 \ Z) x* P* k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 L9 }" y, o5 K+ M# f. K9 K0 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 z U+ I5 e6 @$ O5 l9 L0 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 f" H6 R f+ u' `" \How you suffered for you sanity,8 R ^0 K7 _( m* k- F2 j
How you tried to set them free, # z+ O# I: T9 h; N3 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, , \* R0 b' o& w8 Y* C' `. [! R) i) d& C
Perhaps they never will. |
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