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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( C' o0 I+ S* ?9 t- m: Y5 ~8 H
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; P) V' q, R" `( k, j! UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: Q( L8 o9 }8 M* N7 {8 n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' f7 O% |; F% k) s- j% ?& zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 k# `& U* |/ h0 \! C4 pHow you suffered for you sanity, $ m4 K- u1 z. \ @2 h
How you tried to set them free, ) x" d0 m" A9 m! x, u
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / Z+ e2 ?- z5 ?/ ?0 c* W# l. h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, l8 B( T" y4 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & ?$ O5 F2 j- L7 J# V% b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! v! L" ` n$ S8 eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; v7 W h! {, ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 {, E# E6 q1 T- |1 ~5 D! I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 U/ I& O( Z0 N+ nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) D4 Y' R* z) L7 V+ d q" RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" l3 F8 [' o, U& O, P: wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
k) z7 W! |5 N3 U/ b1 K% s3 J1 JFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" E! D3 C1 w3 G+ N5 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! p( `6 E$ v/ h3 J4 P; Z0 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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1 [! c+ J* B: {2 y* {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' f, }$ E. `( t1 K0 G/ Y; j- BHow you suffered for you sanity,. |, \7 P: l& O$ S% b! E9 a# o4 t
How you tried to set them free,
: H' `5 o& e: u0 Q' I( oThey would not listen they're not listening still, . F4 }5 p+ y: A9 G- l
Perhaps they never will. |
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