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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 K9 [. n& {: o2 ^. `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % e, I# U ~4 E& J2 k D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- o Q+ V8 n8 p, f# u9 ]! ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' o( J. o" U, D+ J, ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 C) s% X3 L5 D7 g0 s
How you suffered for you sanity,
! ]( d7 M B" [1 R( ^How you tried to set them free, ) e/ y9 j- H- \' k5 q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ b2 A- w8 ?, W7 @& g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + l8 I/ J$ {3 V; c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 m3 N) G" C& y# {' K; D
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 z- M( ?, o4 t3 C* d9 w o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , e* l& S W- v. E' n1 m
) f1 a* @3 c- X$ B# FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' r. K' F4 m# R& h' i; X$ a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - K: b6 E' X4 @$ l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) ~9 w9 r0 N3 ?! r
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ m# U2 O) F/ g6 U9 n0 Y5 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 b( ?: O ~( t2 W+ W* h1 n& Y% HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 m0 I v# U: p$ `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 ?8 v; f% X8 M& f' u# sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, Q/ F: A% ?$ G4 [$ t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 g+ Z0 G: S0 u6 g: |! a7 X: W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; }( ~- r/ \ r$ EHow you suffered for you sanity,) o3 t/ n) S* D6 g, s" Y% K# S
How you tried to set them free,
5 {2 g9 `( U# p% ] v* rThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' S6 P# f, K# P& W
Perhaps they never will. |
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