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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' W4 C; i. t, ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % `9 p; N6 c4 H& b. R2 l/ @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# E5 w) i0 {* M$ ]Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & r6 ?6 m v/ c A9 s' `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ t" l% G4 Z2 t& m8 ~
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 ?# c+ }4 Y( b0 q/ H1 i
How you tried to set them free, # X8 w- n1 _0 S$ t$ W+ `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; D( b; Z) w, h# p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , k' b3 T3 v: {" r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 ^- t/ E! q; A8 F7 Z0 P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) p4 o8 j; m, y" u$ d& B0 ~' PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- \# d- O( a9 b+ p+ \: J6 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) V& |& U9 R) E* n6 H6 T, V/ p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " D% @0 W7 l3 u$ i' e2 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 Q$ O5 b/ ~7 B! i% ?; L- J
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 ]6 z, k' X7 S# u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) ?& j' t7 a6 p
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, R7 h1 f$ B1 U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ U/ d _7 n2 ]$ q) z8 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 w* U& Q2 d! W: X; M; Q! S. {2 d
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - J1 O, z% f. {4 E* y
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 r M5 ~+ c2 m) V3 ?% v: ~9 h6 c0 x
How you suffered for you sanity,( M% b$ V, H( L( f
How you tried to set them free, - @/ Z3 V. }" K5 I. X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 B' B# y9 \! z& a9 vPerhaps they never will. |
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