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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' y! }5 z8 f0 P- J5 H5 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
d9 |. _2 ? rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' A `( u. Z2 ~7 h7 _: j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , `1 b9 ^/ _+ X! ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( F3 v2 @; d! m$ N! z5 V9 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
: \0 V6 n- O& zHow you tried to set them free,
n( j, p* F+ `4 V9 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' t% H4 y) t' n: x% U& CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ L0 M1 Y; F1 gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, `7 ] z$ `8 O( F( K" a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, }* @" N7 E8 z4 q4 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' N3 o7 z2 Q" l0 b' A2 J8 p( _* _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . W* ]5 e9 \2 v) ^+ l7 Y- q/ P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 a) L* j0 x5 a$ _5 ]# kYou took your life as lovers ofter do, $ Y I) l5 K6 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, " H: |! {: f$ G7 u5 _( }/ ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : q+ J3 f/ u6 S' f8 m0 n% d6 A
& t6 R- G3 R! LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & R) l( V0 @% Y1 S J% |# K+ U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 i, H! g6 U6 u2 y( s% s6 P' t/ ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , k: ~- Y) \6 _* B; W! ^
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! U7 c2 a7 h& I+ x( P* \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) E& U* x5 M/ o, ~
How you suffered for you sanity,9 A. e/ V# V) B4 X! v7 \; e
How you tried to set them free,
# Q! n `3 `' R: A. O/ n; U. KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ Y- c+ R% T4 R, S& V3 bPerhaps they never will. |
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