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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . G. I _. t% p8 Z5 R5 J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 @* w$ Q1 p$ X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: v9 k. ~% M6 ~3 ^3 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. ^/ V# x/ P" e( k7 V; pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 I K8 j6 g. }9 `2 t
How you suffered for you sanity, $ o) \( l& l- e" ]* E
How you tried to set them free, ) k$ y1 @$ ?1 j/ a. J! W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; E$ ~( ^; F& n/ X! _0 E; {0 X! N( LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # e& c9 b* S6 Z2 E. T8 f$ ^3 n8 `8 N
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) X5 n: V) N9 r$ j1 }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % z0 M3 M+ j3 p, p$ f. t9 Z3 f& m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 I* h1 d/ S7 ]: `; y$ `" a
* u- ] a- ~3 q4 }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' k9 Y+ g* _/ ` m3 p8 X! g5 r0 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 Z; \( T B7 v' O& T$ t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, W9 V! X& z7 M7 f r* I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 D" h% M" A" z2 O; m* oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 k' t( F8 x& X: {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. K" o# A2 t, [* Q# ?8 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 Q& i0 E% V) N, r, Q0 cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ c8 n- q1 q3 H1 |1 @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, E8 `! R i+ C9 m) d- D# V! sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ y( g9 k: Y ?! e/ KHow you suffered for you sanity,7 V6 y0 W$ [7 H5 R6 z% }6 x! a
How you tried to set them free,
X* M- I9 C! W8 }! |. ~. AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- T1 ^ E! l, M: VPerhaps they never will. |
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