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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& S! I$ L" Z' gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& x9 u2 l9 Y. r! R4 R& d4 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# w' c* ]/ w" l y/ p/ T: @9 ?8 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 y5 |) P# _$ M% i1 L7 z+ i% KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 P. ?# a3 @" O5 aHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 E6 f% [7 r/ z. j; V2 ?2 ?
How you tried to set them free, * S8 l8 X# v( K' i9 Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " n/ d w# k, `* p$ l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 s- G8 _& T, G$ sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 _" A8 q5 c) X% A8 U7 ^: \, i1 {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' k+ g' @& C% h2 a+ FWeathered 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, 9 i: ~! _+ [3 n6 H. H! s1 X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * {& q u& ?9 ?- j4 Y' X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* V2 q- w' F7 [But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 o" _% v* X0 N, E+ n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 m2 D4 J& {/ @/ L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 l% m' T- |' M; c! o) p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 l! l4 y" f. Y( D- d# d. B' b, d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 l7 v$ d8 _/ h# [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. z# o% F' r; \9 r2 h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* L+ o2 U2 z1 \. b3 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
6 J# x* H, z7 R( s: _4 OHow you tried to set them free,
3 ^4 X+ Q; O& dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 m1 `8 r- Y6 A' j. A7 f! CPerhaps they never will. |
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