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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + D! ?4 P' ?; c( F' \8 U6 I! J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 u+ J# c, J# ?9 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ v* j$ K. N, K! V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - {+ e3 X( b; L, G" l6 l, L' p8 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ X( O- F0 S l1 ^
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 z( J, X/ |9 @8 ^; m6 v, q! J5 j
How you tried to set them free,
) Q4 e t. K* P( cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' a8 s& Q7 x$ I6 q$ tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' c( s% t% y2 O! B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' A# m. p6 H/ R) Y! A! ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' e8 j) x( \( Q4 W: ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ Z/ o( `/ x' ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : e/ [* c+ b4 ?1 J* }* p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! q8 O+ m( |. E I! E& {6 ]4 O
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& \6 y5 y/ n6 m3 VBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( L# J) o# Z; g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 t7 s* |' _1 A" O' y. H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. [3 b2 I o& Y, t& J8 `& KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 A. h$ ?; l# w- @/ B( P( bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 D, ]# J3 a% d; _" H0 ]4 L& M8 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 ]2 s5 _1 e! `, V9 ]* O% rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% _4 Z4 }/ }4 I+ c% UHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 c$ R8 p7 k/ `How you tried to set them free, 1 z: M! W3 A Y0 \' m4 W& X( v/ F3 c
They would not listen they're not listening still, : |8 G6 C: w: J( ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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