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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & d; e7 f* ?% H& s4 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! w; [, h; I" Z" N, PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- p0 n# o( O% ~! ?0 P) iCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 g6 a4 t" m5 _: }; \: M1 R) KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 B+ B8 ~' m" X) t9 w% WHow you suffered for you sanity, . A; [- i. U4 J! H
How you tried to set them free, 4 l9 o+ ~( F" U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 ~, F8 t R" H$ e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 M" r, N2 s4 l! {. M- M% B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / Q' W% `# o0 A4 z ^8 n( C8 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 f6 p2 y: J' e1 z! }6 l, GWeathered 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,
* q2 E: p2 I- n3 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; b6 a1 G2 `; ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 d* s. n8 M& N
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 F' G/ D2 P$ I1 ~9 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
y* n+ e( v. t& u4 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , i+ u/ J) C# f( S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( }6 Q i/ M4 h# k+ I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 G: B( D3 Z6 U9 ?
, w' A2 ]. M- j3 ?6 a/ wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& z' r: g4 h, d W) k$ `( I8 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 y) \, V( p8 n( z: K, X6 Z" ?How you tried to set them free,
6 \5 g. ^! A; IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ k' n1 G# [0 ~) \/ S+ ?( sPerhaps they never will. |
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