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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. }+ g% y) @5 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' `' }8 H7 G! [, sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; \/ L1 V0 v5 w" k8 l# C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. f, h. {' z& K; K$ |7 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) ^/ ^- {7 w& K, h) Q7 v7 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ f5 _1 c& P3 R- j, Y' AHow you tried to set them free,
& c/ B& v6 x: O/ f4 ~4 TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' D+ v6 H% d# }, S/ n4 v: ?4 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) T4 i9 m' g1 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' }) Q# u- O$ rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - D+ G0 F. s& c" J6 Q
Weathered 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,
* }8 c) j$ p- D. WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( K8 b. V3 i: Q# A
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , M8 e8 U! G. G1 M
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 W, E8 \, t! U+ n. `9 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 P0 v$ R+ k' d& O. }
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( V0 G# U, `1 G# f. p: wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. ^. c$ c+ L4 h. B( Y1 l% ?* sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) E% Y. C8 M& u- W7 J! q
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,
M# t+ o4 a, X& b qHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 ]: B2 W1 ?5 D4 A6 ^5 D! M/ xHow you tried to set them free,
6 q/ q+ L. p, `- {2 s! RThey would not listen they're not listening still, & C- t e2 Z7 R% I$ ]8 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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