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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# G9 R4 j ]1 @7 V# X, ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( o, G2 _; I4 E4 C6 _2 T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 O* Y, I2 F. R$ c. r* ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 i* B4 R1 D* O# k3 ]. _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; o, E3 l* A3 z6 d/ ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 e; h0 R! G' _4 i5 N! }How you tried to set them free, , m0 W% B3 w4 o i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 i& ~% h4 _( |5 L% h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 \" j# W7 Y: G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' p% ^1 Z0 j+ _( u5 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, a9 u9 h8 U6 x% \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( E2 s: Q8 t0 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' H/ E4 E5 p! n( E1 J( qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# y' `* @) Q: zYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 L( R V6 P$ ]- X6 e' _5 }8 [But I could have told you, Vincent,
& u. ~# i' L$ }6 Q9 C- m' L" gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% [. F' a, L0 }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 }8 p8 k3 ]4 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 W, y! A: ~, }7 P( f9 v# {8 m, z1 \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 a8 p7 K7 `1 T) |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 V+ v. T& }( ~4 b2 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
. j! B; O/ [7 o9 }# F0 nHow you tried to set them free,
1 ~& r+ ]9 m- o- C3 m ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 ~* H$ {$ w- l4 z, Z( _5 h6 m9 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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