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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. I9 A; W# p. l: D7 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 ~1 `& x/ F. t% O) H1 T: PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- Z5 J/ ]- H- [* ~$ u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 w* W- i8 E' ]$ p, \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 F8 d; Y+ P4 `* I9 c7 ]( g3 f' pHow you suffered for you sanity, & S( ?2 u8 d; z' P3 X; Q8 S
How you tried to set them free, 1 S m6 w" ^% t; p3 t: [2 Z1 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. _- w$ ?3 l7 c' V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 S" Y( c! R8 Z% y6 f9 U6 S' q- ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 d/ F/ [( p' w4 |$ ~2 d6 `1 z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % i& d$ Q! g1 c2 ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & [% U: P2 \& F8 c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & O, f' @! t/ R# _, ? C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + H$ Z) V; n+ u8 @+ Y7 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # ^# F* [6 S; y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 ?% ?; z- {" V( ~: FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( Y' f; C' @& x# h; \. NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* e9 ^ \$ X7 z- s' CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # l& U) _( ]* G& I9 u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) v& u, z. i- }4 S: i1 V
2 q& R, p6 u3 R9 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , I f+ Z" u+ F7 V3 C! ]" J
How you suffered for you sanity,, |! p; c3 Z1 S- m% b
How you tried to set them free, 6 d% k+ ?& X) h1 U( M/ n( ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, ; A9 F2 G/ G* u( g% k( c4 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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