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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" m, ]/ _0 c! z! \2 \3 n7 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 \9 k) Z( A, A* ~1 A. b0 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 E; k" P, S3 L: I+ A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 z2 e) P- R2 g. `& ~! V2 z
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 O+ f6 m) R- m
How you suffered for you sanity, ( f) Z- O: L( g% {
How you tried to set them free, ; R6 X$ o9 P+ W) T1 B* B! H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " W n% L; L9 q1 s9 [; L# P8 T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# L# Y$ k! d8 i$ D% z* TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / t3 U! c6 n% H+ H9 f. K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# ~1 ]( B M0 [- GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: l5 {8 H3 q2 f- v, ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! T1 {" Z6 l, P9 v% n7 sAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, L! Q" ^3 Z5 Y6 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # A8 _! L! ]& C# s9 t+ W/ O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 e/ C, i+ t" m% t7 S9 F5 lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % K; }: P0 H: i- o; z8 v) A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 f; y" I$ K5 q1 ?7 E8 w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % u) l5 P8 `4 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 }3 z8 ~0 \( u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 Y( d2 p4 B6 Y9 x8 u- g3 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ T x0 c& c* v4 j
How you suffered for you sanity,% C5 {( @0 f3 K. {; | l# c
How you tried to set them free,
1 P G! X( m- f, iThey would not listen they're not listening still, - n; N3 b& ^/ V' `: @2 O
Perhaps they never will. |
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