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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , p6 Q u3 |; R# j2 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & \/ O) i; m* x0 k
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ A5 I- D- W) r3 I, \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # \4 F/ l, X$ d; C0 W7 j& |+ G( l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. W% @9 m0 d8 D A, q) j
How you suffered for you sanity,
) V, d/ B M* A; D& e& yHow you tried to set them free, 8 ^+ j" e% N' i2 E: O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& L9 |* i/ R* l9 IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : R$ ~6 {- j. G" O! a7 e. m+ e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 P9 D8 R" C" _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 l* w* y2 s! f2 u. A" p4 ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. B0 U. R0 C! u& z4 Y1 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' x% c+ {& P! ?) U( o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( e# j3 V1 m$ ^, R/ O6 T: S- l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 K) X1 O+ M' Q- y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ R7 q+ ?8 X, AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * x+ Q% C' p; l- m4 z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 }2 Q7 D4 Z$ K8 |2 n/ D! Y* j) C4 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 g& x" P3 i- z$ g/ Q- RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 o9 h- }; H* I9 Y: C
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( L4 G; m7 b( Z( g3 Z/ |1 HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 ^2 }# W v0 ?! i+ fHow you suffered for you sanity,8 h3 s+ H m$ S0 N/ D
How you tried to set them free,
+ U* c; C0 d; _% o$ X* | C# {They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ }# k9 z2 I5 q+ u; D9 `, UPerhaps they never will. |
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