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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; u$ i6 z9 f. ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + Z+ N7 C1 V, J2 p; s! `' i$ [5 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* I( |3 d( ]( ~! jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& Z* @9 a% J3 H0 vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( d2 ^1 y3 H# u8 e- yHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 O! L; A! u4 ^
How you tried to set them free, + P* M6 P( ^) q& F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 R- R; v# u" E& L. B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( g9 `% k2 T( K1 r" K, gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 a! _* A5 S8 }, n/ s3 L8 ^4 ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ J, _& H0 Y5 E) ^" PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # a0 e+ }, e1 R# e$ s
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( e( Z. e% U: o' y3 g6 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 D* i2 Q, V( L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) _" }& L( g1 x+ g
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 A9 e* } c9 O2 F( N1 |/ a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : e. N% z* y- ^8 p/ e/ J0 Z
$ V: G6 R7 X! L7 X6 g$ g9 H2 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" u) R1 y1 U# B$ Z+ L2 fFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 z& t9 A! T# G+ T" N: MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( G6 ]' U, p; n5 l- w9 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 ^* w! x/ k3 K8 {7 n w: \$ JNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& h; n% ]" Y) r5 JHow you suffered for you sanity,
( T3 Z( {1 A6 x" B2 Y5 ZHow you tried to set them free,
9 f8 o! v- h+ uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 w8 f/ E4 p- fPerhaps they never will. |
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