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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + X4 l, \ K9 ?5 j- n! u4 A# _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * d- x# X( G$ W6 ^8 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ U3 B& ~" L2 W& rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( o% Q' {, m, u/ i; KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,6 s& k' q* Q( J x! }3 P
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 \7 j5 M: Z ^7 l' v B& A* e% R
How you tried to set them free,
+ B4 M2 E `( r) U- hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. b+ f/ h! F7 a7 {/ G4 d) V. J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' U2 ?8 Z( _% J- g2 B8 \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 R0 O! i; m! G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 n# ~3 J6 y) M' v& q' E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 D3 p x- G- e# x) Y/ Z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , F1 ?, X2 G# p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 z" Y5 P' ^0 g A' ]+ \5 s; hYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 V- v5 \6 E6 ?7 c" P8 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ l' |) h: }& U& W5 @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; n2 |% A& k! _Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 I6 W/ @& h/ e, c5 g( OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ t" F4 o' Z' MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) B# d! x7 g4 I; g: m) qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, {1 ^8 Y+ E! E: VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- O/ n& u3 _# C% Q" \7 w/ `+ AHow you suffered for you sanity,% P+ |2 `' [8 l$ p$ o, G, ~
How you tried to set them free,
c+ x( i5 t1 U5 MThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) b' I& x& d& X. p: s
Perhaps they never will. |
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