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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " x+ ], u& m$ x3 q, }$ u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 j" K6 F+ t8 E' ]8 R: `
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ i, v$ Z' ]8 h' s& }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , @- ]6 s& ?' C. O; O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' s% l! b+ f( FHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 N$ ^* P% y! \- H3 i
How you tried to set them free,
/ C) \- Z; k) f+ k3 U$ S& }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; T; f, N8 v, H5 R) t6 b) e3 }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
^3 C+ v) R, c) VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 _# P% E2 L& }6 O; s; n6 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 r2 `$ j' z6 |+ SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! V4 |0 R$ H0 [& A8 }& Q% uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, u, f% T5 w. v( ?; o' A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ y- O% P* V6 S! t2 o2 E, fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 E7 M8 a* q3 ?' n2 YBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 n4 Y. o* M6 s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : |8 o/ t0 U" V! o' j7 f
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ v2 m: @/ a7 U$ D t! a+ c5 M( \% \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
j6 y' Y* T3 [' MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 K/ X+ n) Q- s2 d3 g( s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * c, ^2 \+ p* ]; ?
% e5 Y' Z( \3 V4 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , s# h4 v# A3 T8 a% ^) ?9 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
! d' n) @+ x# h. j$ DHow you tried to set them free,
9 H' P( L3 H% JThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ Q$ m% A# x% s0 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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