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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ a8 J) l' y- a; `8 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) L; e% d$ m; OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: q; M3 N f7 M* I0 M2 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! s4 y% D8 I* q* }. ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 [" C* M$ P! M0 m; G! HHow you suffered for you sanity, * K! W% |8 g2 a8 s# l0 I
How you tried to set them free,
( m' S; i6 [: \) X* m3 l+ UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ F! }% g1 E( ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: d, B, ~- b% Q1 \& Y& X/ eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
s. v) L& o( qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: H9 W/ r$ O/ ]( B$ `* A) a9 Z- xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # l8 q+ w, A S, ]8 \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# i6 d: X5 n, tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" m; J! \4 L4 i' Q2 m! bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 L# Z; \- o9 p4 M' \
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) L- R. v; f2 V4 P2 ]" z) M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 s& _2 d+ h" L4 W5 x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 r( z2 k7 o1 |3 p" I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. @ f9 k ]' g1 I( y9 L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) X% x1 G; a( p3 o! I' d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # t* V7 z7 P! o3 E$ j) T3 d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , p! U5 y; ~5 A: N, Y8 t$ U6 Y+ s
How you suffered for you sanity,
! p5 A j9 m' L, NHow you tried to set them free,
/ }, ^' n4 D* ^: k4 g+ RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 D; Q1 d: u2 s u0 lPerhaps they never will. |
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