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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- G2 M% U2 f+ M) r8 sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 A8 v0 @/ a: PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) H1 t+ U" N ?/ b& I; N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , r" z% \8 M: ]" n" R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) I- n, c: f9 D. O# W# x
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 Q) r! s2 L) A, w
How you tried to set them free, ( F0 q) c* Z+ L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , S: [4 ^* P' R) w" {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 A7 J- W2 O8 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & s" Y( g0 l( K: x: e5 P. |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, h O) E9 }+ b* uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 A1 P4 N9 H. l) q. Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! q3 k! @5 }5 H/ t+ ?! c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# ?- S! x& Z/ z$ o/ c- }You took your life as lovers ofter do,
) }$ k# @" |1 k: ~ D0 F0 aBut I could have told you, Vincent, * c+ o; n# R; [( g% X: s8 z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; y, H6 Y+ J `- G9 u) @$ g7 B) {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 R7 J0 t6 @ Y1 }* P3 s9 F2 _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ b/ e4 N! j" h$ ~; k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 s2 L2 H+ { z/ D) b) dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 d! w. H- w1 }1 Q- }2 Q' P4 KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( Z/ T3 ?' @7 h$ o, ]& tHow you suffered for you sanity,7 P/ [# R% }# r) U \
How you tried to set them free, 6 @ j" w8 [# c# z! l" d/ b
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; ]$ w5 f- E3 L" j
Perhaps they never will. |
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