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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - @8 W @) p4 y. l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 q; P5 m G' M% DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 ^! g9 U% `# K1 }9 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( ~: W' |# y6 b$ PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! u5 ~$ |' m' z
How you suffered for you sanity, + A, k8 [+ v1 [1 f( b: M
How you tried to set them free, $ f& W! ^7 M3 w' G+ ^, }. C5 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ D- ?- w! |- U& V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( G3 x' ]$ J J: hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & Z4 H: D' g+ Q2 ^: ^% Z" B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 g8 K9 \/ a' {/ Y1 Z jWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 j: A, T$ r9 k4 {2 p9 P2 j1 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' H% D! v: B( E7 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, . R: B' i* p; n# |$ t) @" W
But I could have told you, Vincent, : H7 \, {2 N% ?! k4 u& G- K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 k( a& `% [4 L0 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 p, j# {- @3 y* R, j; r7 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( X3 D9 k3 ]1 p' s& ~: ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( B2 i; ^; g& g% FThe 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, : c! X2 E m z
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 N- i! |0 d6 \! E; b* G# iHow you tried to set them free, + P6 ^9 r! @2 }# c* @- d6 u
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! ]0 f2 m# j, Q6 Q4 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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