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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ V8 A! c( V" i4 ?2 `7 hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( B* i" M% B; {! Y9 N) uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# n- A+ J/ T8 i, H: w9 \ i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
k, ]3 r8 \& |+ q' H5 ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# p3 z4 u0 H LHow you suffered for you sanity,
* y) c6 x- w! e) R+ l1 S, }' |! WHow you tried to set them free,
' {3 @* f2 s ]/ v4 O- VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . _' P& S0 `6 X7 V) c' A3 Z7 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' g7 W8 d; `1 c# b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , t6 p5 G( ?* M) _: G' x6 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : s% y) K! j2 d+ h' h
Weathered 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: Q( l7 v4 s: T+ h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) b4 Y2 i8 ?' E, z" DYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 Q0 U8 \! B" U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 w2 M) M/ f* Q# E- WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 G8 \: D! n& H u* d1 \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & a% Y7 x& q. Y1 B/ _8 D; v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 V5 l+ r+ V2 @1 M. X1 K& ~8 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ }. V. W) @6 f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 {- ]% t; m% H% E" s$ T
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 Q. I. \" e! q0 O& ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 r D0 `* g# I/ ?5 d3 y" sHow you tried to set them free,
( b+ q, a7 \) ~/ B5 }8 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! K1 H3 P4 M+ V) _! L
Perhaps they never will. |
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