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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . u! k! g9 y4 V. P$ a5 `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # y# k3 d4 m# \# H) K. Q3 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 {) A1 P0 Q. WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) K8 A" K* q, L) _; NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' I0 a. N3 `- b- W% N
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 G t( a7 p5 F6 h) J9 E7 ^9 c
How you tried to set them free,
; U; W, y+ @! i2 v* W5 ?& MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ @4 M- n0 E' F5 |/ \/ hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ h. ~. Y" Z3 d' O$ iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : l \* Z# I8 a7 p0 B3 f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) R: U: I% I; z& LWeathered 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,
4 w. A! ]& x+ \: M2 `7 o) @7 o, EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . U* r5 B. r R( ^& X, C: E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' l9 P) T8 q4 N$ I N8 ~, {( u
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 Z4 Y( b$ S% O- s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) K) B* f* H p& ^
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 e1 W' e" u) {) P; M$ p; o" @# A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) R }0 w' F. l; W4 R3 a4 o8 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; E; ?$ K7 L1 x, h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( V4 O) _, W! Y4 ^' q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 }! k% G+ U3 Q- R! N I7 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
# X, q- h- C9 t& r& G% y, sHow you tried to set them free, : D4 X( @2 e5 D j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 n8 ]! [3 W! {) A( ]/ kPerhaps they never will. |
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