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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) B) W5 X" Y5 K1 e U6 k7 oLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # R% o; e' {5 g- I% u( s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( b. [ N, B8 w& l! eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 y, r% ~! f" O, E0 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! L7 y h' x7 O$ y! OHow you suffered for you sanity, $ K4 S& p2 e0 N u. V8 ^+ l6 Z
How you tried to set them free, / O; p' x1 l7 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! w& Q% |9 S/ M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % o, y+ A5 ~; K) e: s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . l, y0 g' i" W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . t+ H& H0 N6 V' \! {4 i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 B; y K6 Z1 _+ E S v, n% d$ u: T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 u9 J3 m. Z9 |3 o- EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . U+ F7 P: q; q, F4 l, E
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: U0 F, F" z$ q# _But I could have told you, Vincent, + P% C6 m8 P7 g ?. p" l
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 A+ i& u1 P7 L; t; }1 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . j6 q; A/ }5 Y! [- q& E
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, X7 [& ]' r" P$ K3 Y% eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, v1 }# y, o5 Z2 i3 D! YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 P4 ^ @! l/ H3 b( `
How you suffered for you sanity,
: n* ]3 _7 T3 w) W, w2 ]How you tried to set them free, ( T' G D5 C/ U) P( d
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 a& v! t% `4 a1 \% t
Perhaps they never will. |
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