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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- T x7 ?1 |0 I, HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* g" d& D0 J. `, S/ }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! J: A" u8 e' a% b: ?4 A+ ?$ |+ H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 ?) Y: e. C6 [( v/ s5 d: J8 C+ ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- L5 T" m# M* `4 [& R2 m, FHow you suffered for you sanity, ) |# g( E9 v$ C# T
How you tried to set them free, % B2 z, l% n9 T5 i+ ?8 P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # G2 S# ^. q, Q6 C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * X+ S$ ~6 [! n+ F& F. N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) y5 j4 ] |( ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 g# k! r% M0 S1 p& XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, k7 O3 G" X4 M& W' rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - f& S; T5 _1 r, n/ P4 p+ W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ i5 y/ M I2 [' P' f' e6 I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 s; G/ ~4 j% D5 |1 C# q- lBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 g& ^2 g$ B8 u# L& M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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% w/ r# w* o; ?0 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 U5 L1 A# R) c0 L& l! {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) y5 N; T, P3 d. P' N2 B) WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: E9 @6 `3 K3 F/ G; m' G0 X: gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' ?( g& ^& M) F) d! o/ A
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 k+ |0 N+ T5 E; u7 C
How you suffered for you sanity,7 o9 ?0 I X9 f. @$ ]
How you tried to set them free, 5 L, { V$ F, y# q& O+ X A
They would not listen they're not listening still, - C2 j' f: x1 L- ]* s5 R
Perhaps they never will. |
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