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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. }9 a% R+ l* m/ _! P6 ~2 P: j# nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 I1 X' l2 ~6 v8 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- |! ~9 k) R. W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 [! K3 L& u9 h/ H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: g6 L' A3 p9 q9 |) e3 c5 x
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 t! i8 U7 A% j
How you tried to set them free, / m4 a% j# \) I
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 p" y5 _ b$ c* J! w8 x9 ~' qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. _' ~+ p! G2 ~. T8 e6 m/ ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 p: P/ H _0 m0 r& K. H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + F3 Y3 L1 P; ?9 x, z6 ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, U2 T) k4 H: I0 nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( W) { r. d9 B% x& XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 [$ h$ q' P$ o3 ?! EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # |6 i8 K) ^5 w' s. M3 x
But I could have told you, Vincent, . [! r) @# ]9 L! P8 B9 |0 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # v! q0 a3 a% s! r/ l3 O5 }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 }6 A9 U p. n* O4 v! IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) t) D$ t4 x7 Q" ?8 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . b9 S& ~& a, d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) }3 ?( n5 \7 Y& y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' ^6 x# p8 _1 `. r# v0 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 P: N9 d1 J" F; n: DHow you tried to set them free, . G* E+ P2 c! i" n. [) C* y
They would not listen they're not listening still, + p5 [1 m4 c) L0 Z" _( L# k+ \4 v
Perhaps they never will. |
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