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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. Y4 [/ B7 [% F- r0 ^& q0 @' \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% F2 |8 w1 ~4 k* VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: H- x! ~& P# H( I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - C7 W$ n- n# R9 V- H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" i% ~+ v/ J& SHow you suffered for you sanity, : l0 I0 X5 k' t. W5 y* [5 H7 c
How you tried to set them free,
* g3 j4 F" b1 G2 e, B WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% e' h1 Q* j) `/ V; z: dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 a2 z% P" Y- _! a) ~$ @2 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) c" {/ I2 ` ?1 X8 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! J0 s8 E' P* |2 c& M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- N$ X# r9 w+ L/ {& E% H0 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) q9 d" w/ A( G) X, v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) L, W3 o- ?3 e4 d6 n$ {. |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 ?9 p- R' y0 K. s% [: S( x3 \
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 o. P E$ e& q" r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' k' }; `: y% M; \+ n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; P' s5 p2 m9 Q- ?& ]5 z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 q$ `) S( W, r* ]5 b- K( g9 c% {( j! D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 j3 C' c! R( ~4 K5 c1 k/ X, l( l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # h( F3 S- R6 w2 H6 C- ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / a; f: O. s% U4 w7 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
( W. }: N2 B( p, LHow you tried to set them free,
4 c9 l% ]% Y1 xThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( `+ [: _ W- s+ H G5 @8 f4 K0 Q% m
Perhaps they never will. |
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