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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + ]# c& m5 M6 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: _! ]; Y1 p/ dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, Z1 m. z9 ]# {6 R- @% f
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) r$ v# p: W4 H9 C4 u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! _9 N( _6 J$ I" @How you suffered for you sanity,
' P- K$ o! j- K8 i+ U7 U. T, \: q9 jHow you tried to set them free, 6 Z# k+ d4 S0 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 [) l9 }( v8 p: X4 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ A/ e- M' v0 ^/ [* y) D" {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 s- B5 D% Q: V* B7 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' J% D. d, k+ X* X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 j' v: C; e* C: @' g; T4 NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; ^; W0 L8 \* F/ z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ y, Y9 r& V+ L0 P! sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 f& c6 y& D; e k7 _
But I could have told you, Vincent, & E6 c' F* C' O# X8 z7 _* C. J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 x! j) ?/ S }; R3 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 x! S4 v8 ]* L: o8 Y# q: d8 v. L1 N
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, j) [+ I, P, w' i2 [/ q4 jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) s/ \1 U$ S% A: ~, V# j' ^ |5 Y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - U/ s' f m6 |9 `; R' a# H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ o+ P8 i7 c, a* R! GHow you suffered for you sanity,& k# [4 _3 N6 k9 t
How you tried to set them free,
: t" {+ s5 O \4 N. OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ j+ R. t! w) A8 vPerhaps they never will. |
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