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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( R( Z) X, l; N9 @/ d5 h1 d7 ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : l. d% {: P3 x* z1 I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 [3 v4 j) |7 D( }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 a+ g* G4 Y5 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: a; f9 }9 Z% O9 D; g# Q3 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
& O' ?+ `( _& W' zHow you tried to set them free, # `4 g2 n1 n: c6 q3 x3 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 h3 |3 i. n! b7 }8 I5 C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' p9 T; z; P% L/ N/ q! v* }7 ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, M6 a& r3 M$ i8 ^4 }8 S: ] y/ G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& p; V+ j. Y/ Z1 }6 q# M' TWeathered 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, ; k( x. {% p$ G; B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 s- }; M: d# l. n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- M: j1 A8 r0 W' K! Z4 ]# ABut I could have told you, Vincent, ' i& l' M/ A/ H' J/ O* ~8 A i+ f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 @& U/ i9 a& l0 M8 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# A6 ]: h, e' a4 I5 X. ~4 a2 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 s% Z6 n+ k$ |3 H+ M! G% O: VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 h2 {2 O2 P8 `1 s. n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 V1 G9 p- E- a$ c$ t1 f) u, X" @How you suffered for you sanity,3 {0 Q/ i6 H/ O- s
How you tried to set them free, 1 H# n" \; |2 N8 t4 T8 V! ^
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ Z& W: q! Q0 H1 j: s
Perhaps they never will. |
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