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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 U5 f5 G0 F2 q# p1 v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ W: |: |* ~5 [! q2 A _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 S, l3 y6 `* x7 {1 Z t8 o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 V, X& v) f, z0 @1 F( z4 iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 c* V3 T# p" l6 F4 F6 l- {1 q
How you suffered for you sanity,
& \1 d/ O2 S( X. x8 AHow you tried to set them free, " E4 e$ U; i5 t+ U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 ~8 I5 b, {& |0 p9 C, E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + Y4 Y) X3 i! r" K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 I& H& K1 u( U) ], mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 u( l5 T, ]. q& t/ Y( k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 X- V; h7 @ s+ w- Z5 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & g3 J7 r M8 J; j5 S* {4 n$ c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 S/ m7 \! [9 nYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % w4 t8 z. c! ?7 n: H
But I could have told you, Vincent, % I/ r: M- G3 a" ^# v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, ?5 ]$ f1 L! ]$ L# PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* [3 K) r, b, e6 U# B2 j; LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 r3 H ?5 G) c. bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" D, G' T1 r0 Y3 fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & {) C, ^$ }: R6 ?; s& L
How you suffered for you sanity,
* {. ^8 ^% Y V. [How you tried to set them free, " X- h- m) h! Z" F5 m9 z
They would not listen they're not listening still, & {* t2 d- u- `
Perhaps they never will. |
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