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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 w1 D9 y' ]6 y9 M6 K9 b+ L, c! }% w. b1 ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 W- F S9 E f/ z9 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 \+ K1 [% f+ t+ xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
~- m/ C$ v; hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; t0 u1 }" f g' N
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 _0 B( G8 _% n! \( t
How you tried to set them free, " C" }2 ~) l* d9 c( X: P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' K9 H9 _, n+ A0 hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - H9 s0 G9 ?* m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 L6 c" X" v9 H+ ~0 E9 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ G& z3 u+ z* OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # o/ L0 O$ a& u/ J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 U: @0 {4 k, [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & E$ S/ J! b+ n) s* v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 w$ r$ T Q3 H0 `" j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ L1 v5 Y4 e. R7 G' G# `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * p4 v2 F$ R) S Y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- s2 O$ ^' u8 c& y$ Q h: xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 y9 S5 r3 ]' I, G4 ~7 l- w. h# ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ U3 d5 f* \( P- X0 T3 YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) K& @' |, i6 `% c' U# gHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 r1 y5 T/ R$ ^- zHow you tried to set them free,
0 @" x& a* r# s- P0 yThey would not listen they're not listening still, / Z7 ]4 M* z; i* a- C( H. ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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