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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
}, M, ^ \1 D3 j5 ?2 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ F( ?" d. `. l9 b4 H* uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' {, I; I4 [$ y& P% r+ g8 C3 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - l' ]4 B; b$ `# o, e0 ^9 d
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& g8 U- _9 P! E3 F z9 pHow you suffered for you sanity,
& V4 l5 k% c. Y: Z! ?6 ~: BHow you tried to set them free,
2 n0 M6 r& N5 ^: n1 Z4 [( LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & x8 o/ ^# B2 T K v1 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) {5 I6 P* t( M6 X9 o0 n. x( O$ y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; Z, ?: L! F; e# A2 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 r8 @* y$ M" v% T9 bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , C! U" M" c7 [2 H# w8 d0 @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 _2 W& Z: f9 b( [- _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& p( p, z: j7 F0 c0 C5 LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ M! x. ^1 d* t. x& I S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( A! H0 e- V* ]3 b$ AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 m" u5 ]( }' V; I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( e, ?; ?4 {' B3 n* e% B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) u- y1 F b, C# \; m2 ~0 b1 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) @0 y7 N3 ^* l Z; W* |6 a! g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 E2 I; d( h5 M# U8 j
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 d- B* K( s3 v# I3 a: XHow you tried to set them free, / g" B% A i, k$ y
They would not listen they're not listening still, " y* _: @8 H5 F8 ^) O! x$ x% s4 y
Perhaps they never will. |
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