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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" g, M/ i6 y: l, p9 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + ^6 k0 X# k {8 H7 f/ z2 i$ j5 M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 L' |, q6 Z& f) z2 J6 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. F- N( C' H( Y" K5 S# o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 x; P5 r, H* p& x1 u
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ i$ g, w& M8 CHow you tried to set them free, % Z9 p# I( I8 f9 f' b* g1 G. {) @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 x+ W2 ]' m9 u, `/ w( o/ [$ O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 h/ y' V3 A& V+ N& a+ x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 l7 H+ C# e* @& e9 r. V8 q, aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& I) |* M) w7 V& ?9 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 M [- s( ?- o0 [" j" `* N7 h- @( x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 f5 t2 u* p; s, o. c" |4 EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 |) M& }! m$ A9 d& b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 }$ I T$ A( XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
I3 l! t0 ]1 G3 L2 }; C% _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% X( c/ j2 c% b4 i: pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 s3 o9 L( O0 Y) C" _& ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + t" H3 O9 w, P0 B; @' d* X4 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " L/ x. _: G2 r+ ~' {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 I# H# \, D5 r1 B/ X% ZHow you suffered for you sanity,- t- V P8 y/ \/ \4 N' o4 b [
How you tried to set them free, ) E. T0 Q1 [2 }# H" \: c
They would not listen they're not listening still, / U8 H- b" B4 g+ L- Z/ u
Perhaps they never will. |
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