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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 q/ p9 _5 k8 P& h! E$ d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : V- s7 J, J8 G- P R5 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 |3 s0 A( v3 T' p( D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 o- k: U5 o' v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: a. H2 z3 e5 b$ i4 K8 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 a% @0 o: G( [6 c2 D- H. ~How you tried to set them free, 6 p% T% w! Q. W z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : Q* W5 E+ c4 G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . y1 o+ \2 o# O5 M" i/ V0 j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ l6 O1 q7 f0 r; R& p$ e$ i m8 YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / y: i- k: H& [0 i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& \6 V/ ~ M; d- p' B" wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( O( _7 G+ B) Y0 Q0 @ ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 i. L& E- J" _. S- L* N5 j( d
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 c2 `$ g/ U" y5 GBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ a/ [2 B0 a, }3 W# `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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~5 f/ C' [' j* b7 N7 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# a1 r W4 h! w% h5 z1 \- wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 s4 {' Z: K' N9 V( C! L; }" a3 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 T, X4 W0 ]+ T6 @, g6 pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& _( U* c2 v3 wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ p$ n I& ^7 t; N1 k* GHow you suffered for you sanity,
' n' K/ i! Z1 M2 N! M" `# d( NHow you tried to set them free, ) M# k' R* o$ f9 M
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 J O* B4 ~8 T l/ q* M u
Perhaps they never will. |
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