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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . R- B, M$ ?# k$ A2 `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, & @4 r: C5 I+ q; h" l+ {, t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% H( Q" \# q4 i. p3 A7 S- A! M- Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 ]6 k$ r; l3 W# e0 x/ ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 C* Z; c6 @7 f4 d% i% o1 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
! H* s( G. O9 L) ]/ f3 NHow you tried to set them free, ! o, B+ R3 _9 a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ k9 o/ S: c7 G! IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; s* c& A" U! F1 n }8 v5 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : S& D( j8 D8 Z' Z# l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 @7 C$ b X2 \5 k# l" oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( U4 Q# ~" H8 G2 p' D2 NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 E9 q6 Z0 G0 d/ O9 Y% P% _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 M' X2 Q& b. `0 D0 X0 s5 k" Z: r: XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 Y: U& A2 L7 H
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( v2 H9 u6 J# z4 O5 X
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ Z! C3 D! S7 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( \5 J9 P- s$ e1 X9 U( S7 t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * _- K! X( u& r5 j' e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 j4 m8 G. Y% p- c! r
How you suffered for you sanity,, b) L" Q9 _8 c' J' I3 ?
How you tried to set them free,
( F) `2 m* l3 o4 ~3 x- |They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 S8 k- G {7 Q: N+ }! KPerhaps they never will. |
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