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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 _. o7 C+ _( c DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 _9 m7 p' c! M, ?0 n0 @0 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 B' S! x# ^: k* H) u- y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 r1 P$ |2 C" T, R& ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ A) J; D9 b4 W% ]& S# |# {
How you suffered for you sanity,
, B; y6 @4 K+ b# |0 ? p7 N" x# ZHow you tried to set them free,
4 O d) s7 X3 ]7 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' P. q# {' U- @9 V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. d! R1 R1 T( \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& j9 D9 d" y. @: ]Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# m# K" T0 B TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" Y3 [4 D% L+ \8 vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 T0 y; q! w; v) m' a/ G" PYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - Z& M6 b0 u; Z3 ^) {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& N: i ~( E1 Y2 g! F7 ?+ FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 Q7 Q- _8 c* T- V
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * h- V, Y4 W9 p( ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - `/ y7 x- U+ d+ x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" G; r6 G' d- n/ x% `) I/ FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; h3 ~" R8 |8 Z) b4 P& CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. Z. K$ G' {; F YHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ \) t' G; Q3 ]( B% JHow you tried to set them free, ' z% m3 ?9 H% B$ ]2 G
They would not listen they're not listening still, " R7 P0 {/ n3 O/ t3 f6 H& \7 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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