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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, z1 ?, x0 R- |" uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! C6 [) u' t; d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& @' `6 T0 M- T; O9 r' J, q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 r, a+ [* T0 \& J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( w, z" v! S6 [" x6 [' |* L
How you suffered for you sanity, ) w) X* x+ ]: O
How you tried to set them free, $ E" |# V& r8 R- R" k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' Z, ^' f4 ^8 ]+ t. W: z* s% R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 E$ O9 `; N" Q- X" QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 m7 C3 R0 Y$ H# q9 S. t4 p4 B+ Q( pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& O7 B" ^2 u# z- o- h# w8 bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 b; a. x* }# y$ u8 a" cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 c1 ]" ~$ [- r- A) t2 qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 E& u" c8 Q0 yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 |. q- _) ^9 d- ]9 u5 u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 q: {2 u4 v2 \% t' z- m4 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 K0 D+ _% ]+ Q wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" {9 Z' P3 D" ^0 w! M9 W& C$ {3 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" j$ P5 O! F$ l3 l4 o2 e5 [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( I1 s6 S; Z! |1 o: s* _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 h! l+ N0 M! s+ t2 rHow you suffered for you sanity,7 w/ e2 Z8 ^7 {/ J( ~# Q5 O
How you tried to set them free, 2 L) A1 O7 I0 [2 [$ R9 L$ _( @. I
They would not listen they're not listening still, . x& Z1 Q" r) ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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