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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , |) t) G: i) P% `8 e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
z/ c% K6 \$ _+ H, S; M1 n: `! {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- n6 }% Y4 c: A5 `/ x2 x( e+ D. CCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" O, L/ f4 u* s. a/ s$ ]4 n% \$ `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
\' p* u, F2 D4 YHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 A* l( m" T$ B& E3 f. _+ {+ l
How you tried to set them free, & d6 ]7 h- T) n0 }4 K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * ?5 L5 l! `# d! s3 i' `* _5 \. d5 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" \2 N% O B% J* V5 jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) e7 G( L1 b: Q: k' b# K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . w$ ^5 C+ B. J7 N6 s: h
Weathered 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, 7 V8 V* ~ z6 u8 w/ [, Q( {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 T2 m3 t9 C) }! ^ O9 g. G8 \* ]5 A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( T! f7 @" x& _ j b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& }( h& d7 E: d" S. t5 Z) TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
J% Z4 Z1 F0 R; @( nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * d" t! K$ n/ j5 O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # w3 ]3 }* j, k) d8 ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ H; K# S1 f" K' B. G+ G2 dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 x1 r+ `8 x: I% b b# \' |+ T: fHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ X! Q7 F8 W0 `" T5 a) bHow you tried to set them free, - l0 j8 C& d# k& D
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 \) _$ \8 \, i( u; v2 A5 i4 m
Perhaps they never will. |
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