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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# x; k- ^$ c6 x. jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 C- ]* G% e# t( T; `( A. U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( G! ]" r4 A- [/ FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- S8 K3 c$ M* vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 z! A4 P# J9 h5 _How you suffered for you sanity, + v* B6 B/ k3 O
How you tried to set them free, 9 K& p9 L/ X2 L( [9 F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . L5 y8 @2 m8 @! g' A6 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% P8 _' I& n( p) b+ w3 w) _1 MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' G6 \4 R7 x8 q5 V# U8 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 J' Q( J: {4 s2 I/ J- yWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! d, v1 t1 q6 A5 G2 k
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 P, ^ k) x. w# ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 R$ ^# B( Z. E0 F* f. u+ R8 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * y, P: u- |. y3 Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 G( B" k0 o' o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: o4 y, G5 C F& G, }0 UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
J. `, |/ S) F- ?5 q% j! p+ oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! U% n# s/ y% c" ~
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 b% V5 X' G N
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 u- i( }6 w% X( v# bHow you suffered for you sanity,
* t+ R+ z- ]! \6 SHow you tried to set them free, 5 J" r4 ]1 }: J( B# t0 H2 n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
d2 ~8 R/ I6 d% ^& F- wPerhaps they never will. |
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