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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 }# B4 t- O$ b" Z$ Q; B) m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * z( ?. _2 B7 a3 z9 c: D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, _& i# D: P" DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% B3 G3 k) J2 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( M, v" T8 F7 }" Y& i' C
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ S) O( U! }* ]) aHow you tried to set them free,
+ S+ R! S4 i: f4 RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 @" [2 H6 \/ e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & S i& T0 B. j% P, `
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 |! d2 o+ e4 D1 T- b" B* t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* D1 Q* l" S( S+ aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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* D6 t1 s/ z( V: m2 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % G, y$ F) i; ]7 `; d( y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / f7 H: { N0 w
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * G" }2 y( @! L
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 M# N% n% Z/ E% Z8 h# C( @# {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 x# z+ N& f+ o. _% hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, U( o6 H. l/ z+ _1 h$ \6 B' wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 ^: s# v2 N5 y: `0 {8 gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( b: W& ~6 V4 D2 O2 p1 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 o4 G/ X7 h5 T m1 X+ hHow you suffered for you sanity,) I/ d1 i& |$ T! X2 p+ Z6 }; p
How you tried to set them free,
7 B# s' N7 }* N) t; ~3 AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 F4 f: c6 I2 w& u0 R1 kPerhaps they never will. |
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