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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 _5 e' G2 m# m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 F' s# g6 {+ G2 r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 ^: t R, D2 i' M" e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; C$ C9 o+ s* }8 d4 ^: G: D& b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, t; U. s+ v- v! P& [/ c) cHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 z! Q6 z% l" sHow you tried to set them free, - \& F6 O4 \* e }' {4 N/ Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ h+ N4 L8 |. x+ d8 Q! x, YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# O/ ^; r1 x* d' Q2 p( hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 Y3 [5 Q$ l7 n# u- d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# A$ k- o3 n0 W' G5 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 b3 W3 T; ?& q# b( U3 iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 |3 E! j- q2 X0 L2 d" U5 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ F2 P7 x4 |8 f& p. z, D( E3 JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- `) w8 l4 {# ] j. e7 z% JBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 `. I6 ^$ b; C* S* \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ A& }1 Y; X- \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. _" n1 L) R6 `/ P0 c5 T: bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( P* f0 J2 E3 kLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . {9 y1 n) h6 W e% [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" H7 _8 Z2 ~5 ~4 K" U4 A( ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 p) V$ F" T, A! T; }How you suffered for you sanity,; G, c2 Q( l# w' N3 s/ U
How you tried to set them free, , F+ k' [( f7 f' P+ J: X5 a
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 A9 b1 \& n# a \ P
Perhaps they never will. |
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