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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
G8 S' h6 i$ x j9 P5 I! ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , C$ f( i: ~2 ^( a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ R/ K1 o; c! r, |# @3 gCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ b) s- |. @; o& a7 qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' y: C7 w5 z3 d% ]- b
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ d) N$ \0 V, DHow you tried to set them free,
3 E+ l, A$ b9 sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) r1 w2 b5 g2 @3 k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, O( ]8 f- T/ I6 |0 @; r6 ^; x" j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 z; o/ G' C# a; a l4 t* x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 B! X% p2 P) F2 A4 h$ `! Q
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, & I/ j4 u& ]8 y8 Z2 |. \2 W. G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( b% w3 `! |% I7 |' t6 B
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " [1 N, D8 ?1 \' Z$ l# W! h5 J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ R$ X$ [1 {$ ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ J5 R- v( S+ L/ a& B* j
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 z6 H, }0 w1 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 E% o3 {6 I+ W! o ~+ a# A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 a: E9 ^" E" @6 t) D; c1 V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' H9 K' R: K* K8 m0 h5 x7 j
: s D* U. ~2 ~) N2 jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ Q; J" |3 g& X0 K1 nHow you suffered for you sanity,( I5 e- F3 R& T+ b$ J
How you tried to set them free, : \- R5 @1 B6 Q3 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 u( R0 w. n5 [% I
Perhaps they never will. |
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