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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" l+ P( ^! E- B# E8 k; c5 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ F! |% e/ S6 i" l" T+ `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 K0 ]- G$ _4 Q7 ?, P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / g* Y- A4 T7 q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* y( W# q1 b% C
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 o1 i0 q3 g% V' J/ H
How you tried to set them free,
2 k7 @& M. J3 @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% y# [' L: X3 @" TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ v3 Y7 ^+ `) {' k3 aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & a3 H: N& W; }& S3 w. F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . s" @4 k* I; V, @% m) K" [
Weathered 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,
% t; l9 r) A! {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 B- i, _( m! O& P' I6 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* J! N: _* w# u# `# mBut I could have told you, Vincent, " ` T# G( D9 d4 u/ z! r: l9 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' e p5 P! p6 }& M1 T5 M+ P: Q4 f5 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 \2 s/ |, p, V$ W* \- w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 h5 W8 f n8 c E& x! TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ a5 P4 |! ~' m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 K; D6 j8 \5 [3 ?; XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : c3 Y [9 E2 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
; }/ f0 P) ^" K8 d Z1 o& t( T* RHow you tried to set them free, , j g0 d7 W/ X; e; c
They would not listen they're not listening still, / o- n6 I' O E$ ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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