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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " y, R' i4 [3 I' l) G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ g% t1 E# e, k% Y. DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
[) T0 q# Q) u& YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& q6 t+ d z: ?1 ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 ^# e4 C& L9 ~0 f, _How you suffered for you sanity,
/ H4 K6 t$ u$ {+ s. q( JHow you tried to set them free,
, H( i& N' l- m0 {7 T4 N3 tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* u" `( R. \4 A% K7 j- OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + q3 ^ d! K9 H+ U( @5 o, |% u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# H& I: `6 k" A* x3 Y, Z2 i7 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% f$ {, @" R' v/ J$ }5 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . u* q; X! U& `) ]5 [! }3 \+ z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + R% w9 y8 Z. V( s4 W! d& ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; l8 s& J) U" k' c' r3 N1 A c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + I* X3 u) c: G; U
But I could have told you, Vincent, " a/ M( H, t4 L! L4 Y0 g8 F+ U( D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. Z$ u* Z. X* p2 v0 j. z8 q1 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) V ^+ j% g8 {1 r' E3 |- bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( p0 \% z1 c- _% O2 e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" ]& s; ^( o0 X( P7 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; h L% o* k4 e* H; O; u7 YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 ~/ {3 P$ \" C& u1 x, K" X* W3 l
How you suffered for you sanity,9 ^9 D9 ?% K) I) O, J9 p
How you tried to set them free, + G. Q& _8 K0 g
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 m& Y/ \2 e# J, `- a3 c5 R" a- P4 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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