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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, q$ g$ s+ T) ?* a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - i. n( A9 G4 ?& S5 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( Z* U4 H' Z! w- B' GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # s! u$ H9 B9 O5 D
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ t% Z: \1 `0 T* {$ c
How you suffered for you sanity, , R5 t+ {# `5 W' a4 o* ] j* i' m- r2 _
How you tried to set them free,
" D4 T" X3 F' e5 ^. U% p+ }" YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 A9 F0 v) ~8 b* R3 V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* }/ |2 z! b8 x- U+ n. [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + t3 P6 k% k: Z) X. w1 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# h# t) h( @. D! nWeathered 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, ! @. L: V" n. J3 a* q, d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( s% X- A2 {8 M9 y8 e9 X0 ~7 ?+ g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 |3 _% Y$ L% N7 Y+ ~# DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 G' m9 e: b1 P6 V- IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 p' t3 n: c/ N) o1 c; |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - U. O$ X! j6 U" `2 W4 J* u" @) D' D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' H! h" p% G( i8 W: X$ C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( \2 N3 e# ^4 A4 t' bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + g1 t( }6 M+ N4 |, ^
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
r# R! M k4 nHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 f3 @! M* ?% BHow you tried to set them free, ! f t; ]8 C, Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 Z" i+ A$ i5 X6 x: ]Perhaps they never will. |
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