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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, H+ @" t; Z, zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
q/ H' `, Q5 w, B2 rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) s, {+ i. ]+ b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 p6 m0 V" I+ ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
[; ?" O- ^9 b9 s: M5 C: kHow you suffered for you sanity, / ^# T! R2 R# U) o- T) Z1 @
How you tried to set them free, ! \0 a* P2 t8 B. w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' ?- _/ h+ W5 r1 |; a' S- @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 ^- R I8 O. K2 N$ [ a$ E9 d ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# Q$ _* a+ q' d2 E0 C6 zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 Z2 G: j& [* ^/ U! f1 i1 j5 M( AWeathered 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, k/ y% `. i w+ }' n. A1 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 q9 j+ c8 p1 B' b1 h5 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, % E, r9 ?) q" h! z3 Z, P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% e h, q. p/ Y5 zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 Q* ?( ~8 b3 g2 S2 ]2 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 A2 H) [7 f9 K0 }$ ?) [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 O4 D3 ?+ j1 _. z# O% S! A7 m# |% X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( h X$ G2 o2 S$ ]& L k3 X; N! rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & ?! y J4 h* z6 I$ {, O0 U* \5 A9 J
! Y* r8 I" Q( G" qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , ]9 h, W n J" Q1 a+ ^1 ^
How you suffered for you sanity,' i, L+ h+ m6 ~2 D) U
How you tried to set them free, : Q6 n. J3 a* V8 T' r8 q; @: W
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 L& J! ^# C. ^) n; U5 Y% XPerhaps they never will. |
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