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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * z+ a% F0 W$ P) u O5 @7 `0 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 b9 u) _( q3 C; ?; p2 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ q6 T' {& o" V( T- a! B
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ j6 K- ?1 F4 V6 p/ k1 d6 D4 U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 z* O% T9 f0 Y; `1 WHow you suffered for you sanity,
! s3 O2 g6 c# s ~0 iHow you tried to set them free, 2 `9 ]" B- h* @/ e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " I ]! s! V8 a! r4 T& i2 b8 r: Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) E+ L3 A @9 h1 ]3 }) s) V! z7 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 a- s- F2 a5 h" b2 s& x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- p. d7 a: S; YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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v. v' k& F7 T. tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; m) d) [& s: v4 ~Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 v9 v; T+ w2 n3 S) K! _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " q l! K( N6 y, s! B3 m
But I could have told you, Vincent, * l+ Y7 i: o( s8 ], k7 N1 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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8 L: v" L# z+ _* j7 `9 Z( [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 K9 S; C% E8 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ B+ e ~8 y6 |7 ?2 }# BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + z% J! U% G' g( z9 ]. n& s/ ]( t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! Y+ L' ~( M5 V. K. u4 l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* J- R7 R" d' e _! uHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ {& z9 R; L. QHow you tried to set them free, $ v3 d" l) d+ X$ |3 [* }. r
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 g: Y4 q( g- m( j' @
Perhaps they never will. |
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