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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" F5 M: p c' |9 {% J" uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 P/ s" {) }6 n; a# R; }# v! |$ h9 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ \; |6 ^0 C0 V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 e# [( B( |% a6 S0 g- D" [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 V/ h& u" `# y( b) t) G7 M) HHow you suffered for you sanity, & B' h+ n! i& _% D
How you tried to set them free,
7 R1 w. B* t. I* ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 @) ?1 c( p/ @+ c+ [5 v/ gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 m# c4 ^* l+ m# s. @ W {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : w3 q6 \5 R# ^/ W0 p8 X+ ^. m+ I/ Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 I, z& d* i# p S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' z; d/ H" O) o, o( d' y/ s- V. s! MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & {0 K1 ]) R( r z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, }( A! P( w: K$ b, m z& I# YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / y$ U8 l" a9 G. ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ l2 B* C' e# S, B. EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( ~9 {" P+ ]1 l7 s! \8 a6 v& s
" P" r+ q: G0 B5 C7 Q1 u; xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( H5 d. k* F, @3 M* x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; s( W- S9 J0 s. \! Y! PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 W, s0 j3 b# ]% N' h. Z: u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 {2 R: G* u1 U% ^1 r% a& g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
M$ `3 o0 ^8 y& e/ M. Y* D' w' GHow you suffered for you sanity,: F9 u# \8 L6 P! N
How you tried to set them free,
$ W3 W2 s: V+ I9 |- i% a4 ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 e+ s" j) `+ A* N2 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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