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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, y: E: ?* m! N9 }. SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 K. y# F' u% g3 ~- {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. |' C! t( }; ?: `% \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 `5 i+ S! c6 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( R9 q$ ?) ]( W Z. @$ e: f
How you suffered for you sanity,
) Z5 u# w; y+ O0 \* l5 r# aHow you tried to set them free, 6 d9 @& S% C+ p1 ^0 e# X# c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 R) Z V; g* k% l: eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) e/ v# G8 q# P! J( j% bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. _ O5 J+ p% P! `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ s" s) A. x" k$ V7 w9 E2 S6 A) I
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, 8 d1 m8 j3 ]$ o) j/ E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 Z* G0 G- K+ L6 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 K: ^3 D+ @+ bBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" c; B5 M* l6 N" ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 w2 b% S5 m1 w0 n% I7 [# ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . V0 f1 p' C0 j8 b8 l. X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 |! ]' i3 G* f$ N( ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : K- i- d, r$ Y3 _0 V
6 a& ~. O/ x0 A' QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , r/ ?+ n0 S# t: P) [
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 N9 y% e1 O7 a- f" [How you tried to set them free, , _* m# u( v. h6 K0 S
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( O+ [* {$ c$ M5 F3 W+ s8 L, zPerhaps they never will. |
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