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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( f1 [# d% O6 z s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + n1 l8 o' R3 N2 o4 d
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* h: u0 h, g& `; I1 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & l2 W% g+ J" R& p5 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& O2 Q* T; U- A; h# fHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 O! ~1 o4 ^& `/ c% J% _
How you tried to set them free, . R$ R6 R5 c) k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ x. J$ _7 E$ y* v: p7 ?6 }- bStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 }( N1 e. V8 ^& P4 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; l! ?3 z7 ?, O& k. |6 K1 L4 y: e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
c9 A8 p' T2 V3 K% iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) k, @6 z4 R" g1 i' QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) l9 I& [* z H' e$ M0 X9 p' kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' P+ A1 G+ A- p% L- f) L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , n9 z3 u+ P7 }
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 V7 p( C( O$ q, g0 W- |/ \9 cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 E k$ `* _ ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- t; R* J. M: P. d9 p: mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . c9 ? `1 Z/ h6 l @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : b! }8 \/ u2 q% L% ?6 \; K% H! W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; U. F; ^8 R8 o( v! u
How you suffered for you sanity,0 u0 a m( K0 n5 l0 D- N
How you tried to set them free, / U* I8 v m3 Z8 q) t$ W
They would not listen they're not listening still, " |" R+ ]2 U2 q8 b3 l _/ a
Perhaps they never will. |
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