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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 j4 j9 D1 V) u( t9 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 m' N. h0 `: d" }' c* dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) w; I" W) X5 A( X9 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, L% h6 P; k+ a8 J" ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' {" G- r }, i* \0 X$ T& |' o
How you suffered for you sanity,
" ~& O: W3 G. U+ Z8 { r/ C; bHow you tried to set them free, , j% }% R% ~: B N9 v. v. y& v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 M c' D: A- Z+ [/ Z& A% l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 I: z3 @- k; J& D- ]+ T) p7 P- I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 b$ O# s8 P& ]+ b; B- g N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - T z+ ^) X3 [8 }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. b) J' B0 z; B9 R1 V$ ]" l
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 [( ]' G$ S, | v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , L: Y# s% I v& c9 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 X' B. o0 e/ l( k9 f
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 I& K% Z9 `6 z" U% B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " I+ `! d$ K5 h% ]( |7 Z! h! c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . D+ U6 m5 f/ t; @& g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- {: I8 q8 n( U' L0 l# pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 u! @+ x; @9 ?" M9 W% V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' y$ `% p. S3 ^+ S! U
How you suffered for you sanity,
) l, q. P( Y7 }6 kHow you tried to set them free, 7 {5 c0 w+ {: W \* m0 h
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ u B$ {5 V$ k0 cPerhaps they never will. |
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