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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ d& @8 p9 D# `2 l- w' GLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ i' D, K5 f5 V# o( M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ p& [, V& G) X {$ [. wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ x" _9 \. ~ W* c; H* ^- _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 J. W: R/ G3 P# NHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 a& h% x1 i' i& n+ X) U
How you tried to set them free,
) S; n" i4 U$ |8 H2 J7 _9 L0 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) r1 N$ i" V$ d, ?+ n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& ?- e3 r+ p2 l8 b M3 uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / }- L: s3 [- b* O" s6 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 ~ o8 a- L6 G3 p! V2 @5 A( ]# KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' U% [1 i* T% w' E$ Z5 O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( [0 D) l6 d2 M0 }, D5 ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) r% P% L% ~& {9 M1 z& \% o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% l( E0 W# T$ _+ n' @& U! oBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: @# I) J9 I( q$ q7 W" RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; S3 a! c. p+ u( J& M' a+ p
6 c( i* V1 ?4 s9 H$ UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 w; l3 F. E) T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # z/ h! |! M9 N' E6 a7 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' I: S2 _! {, H; i4 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : U, w7 ~" C, C9 u1 `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 ~2 W7 I( r+ L+ ]% ?0 ^" n
How you suffered for you sanity,4 g' M% |# V! l; R' p7 t
How you tried to set them free,
- p1 R# l% T/ @% ?' TThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 n$ m, h% q" D
Perhaps they never will. |
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