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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; V8 P* [' w4 e" r4 n+ O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* Q( O+ J' Z6 K% D( o# \2 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. [ I' i. J8 M& @+ W( _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! U' @# [* R+ m, i) vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
i6 J1 q* s% K: JHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 c" \. m, n& N% r6 b1 S
How you tried to set them free,
4 T; C- {# C; X8 K1 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% m( E9 y' B. [. C6 F, s# j8 jStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 Q& p7 M/ N. r0 O _, \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - {3 o" C$ F c I; T; i4 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ y, j& `* R! BWeathered 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,
9 J9 C$ y( |) W/ z( o1 o/ CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 r/ _4 L& e$ z# o# AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 a% H& t4 A. m: l: @6 x4 C: f
But I could have told you, Vincent, , z7 o$ ]' h& ] O" m: }6 A" s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, l& k! J/ y' I5 g+ f( q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- w$ \9 r8 ?. B SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ U7 n8 _4 C0 H. R% OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 u O0 x2 O- j( H
+ F2 ?1 U- Y# H. H, U& z( b9 k9 D3 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ D5 m$ ^. i# I% o; B: vHow you suffered for you sanity,0 r V7 v9 f. A4 t7 }% d5 C( Q5 G
How you tried to set them free,
- `" A# ~2 z6 f7 `4 F3 S+ YThey would not listen they're not listening still, . c# @% n- ]* u
Perhaps they never will. |
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