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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- f+ Q! e t* D+ w4 y6 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 N X( r! P0 ]+ Q% c, T0 y- q: ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) l: q, _+ _- J& GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 z7 i; V% H, ]/ V: M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. q+ W5 ^; O& ?% H* c) KHow you suffered for you sanity,
, `& T2 v) Q' h& @8 }4 bHow you tried to set them free, ' Q+ H W. N4 r, \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 ]- h( m* m9 J Q: JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' y6 [' I$ I! f7 T HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; A3 \3 R, h- f# a' O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. m2 \5 [0 D/ m$ gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * U3 O, O N) V# u+ g4 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ Q: s9 C8 V: i0 r: ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & s% d3 [$ A; A% _, J2 C
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 r% p8 [/ N0 J: v; M$ I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. u$ K) _7 c& e3 Z1 w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " {2 f" R# X) T% l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 L6 B: h% y* _. @3 U* D5 ^; j" O8 aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 L# O3 M( q; b3 p- EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # F7 }4 @. X" O
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 D. T7 C( i% ^3 [4 d; ?' z
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 }+ n$ h5 M/ v& M+ R3 i3 n# QHow you tried to set them free, * y9 W; p0 u; c* l- m5 e5 T( `
They would not listen they're not listening still, & X# a7 y3 ^% Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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