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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ e# A( ?/ u. v, i5 a5 dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 C1 S$ V5 I% A) a7 q$ {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: E" _: I) F" I9 {7 D4 wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , W! h: U) V: U" t& C5 @! w' j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, z7 R* g6 K- ~, k/ h- F2 a# q" i Q4 uHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 B& o& x' H$ Z
How you tried to set them free, " `0 I, X5 `# V6 B' T, z6 @3 m' Q3 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 a) x/ d6 c( u S6 w, i) @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 V" H* I! w6 G$ W# r4 _7 O( [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 l7 |! y7 W+ J# R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. N7 f3 o F7 x1 AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" M- i8 v6 X1 {7 Y. ]0 XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' }1 R! @) f6 }% ^( JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ q7 b8 @: b) S& c2 g" H) ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, S! t, X$ g; h" w0 c% {' N
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' ]% R, l$ N% R6 G1 R( Q" s0 w7 f9 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - ~: \9 Q7 x) e5 D* u1 }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " S( V1 p8 J* d9 S% _: P! d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( R" ~! a5 v. j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 h. J0 c9 @: G6 w. } o7 |6 }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . L: B# w0 ^) ~" D/ ]) f# s
How you suffered for you sanity,
! d" b3 }% ~/ @) d: V7 {7 B. s2 `How you tried to set them free,
2 U1 m' U7 a# @5 k+ ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
% W. W, k/ N m8 p+ v) a `Perhaps they never will. |
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