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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) V1 Q# V, J5 W) w2 w; WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 y7 G7 ^$ ]8 G3 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 T8 p6 j9 ~- V6 n2 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# z8 m, m* }* @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( c7 |" r1 y7 F0 iHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 ^2 ]# U* ]1 r D6 m6 y
How you tried to set them free, & Z, ]+ e- B( R6 d5 Q0 z0 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 a/ f) x2 T% O6 }6 J, M/ GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % A1 p3 _/ Z" s5 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 h0 I# R/ l) [6 m$ S+ u! p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) @ t. Y9 ^" }/ l1 G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. v+ w: T" ?- z! ^: d6 ]( X( {* KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' h/ G9 g$ @, B& p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: s& A: _7 \2 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , ~* |0 b( Q# U4 Y" P+ I' _* `
But I could have told you, Vincent, / O8 o+ q) d' J- b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. F/ Y5 r4 H) v$ ^! QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ V! t. `. Q7 J- r* B& IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 |" ?' D; J% r- F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 }5 H+ M) A m: l0 eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! t( i7 F S3 o; @5 K% v5 {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 T) ^% h/ g: T, ?" L$ v
How you suffered for you sanity,+ G( r6 P0 w$ Z8 W5 o8 E
How you tried to set them free,
$ }- `4 u6 n) P) f5 [( OThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 ]2 H; r" a* v1 \2 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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