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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . i6 V* H. V/ e3 R& ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 k4 R- m8 e% @' A- z. M9 i; eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 o7 I5 v( |0 [/ G$ aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 z. H8 k# g! X' \( F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 L: @. Y. }/ l* ~4 g$ P: t" i- t/ LHow you suffered for you sanity, ' r4 g. m0 N9 q" Y! Q# k( n
How you tried to set them free,
) \* j0 s! \' k: bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. J$ p0 G- B9 a1 c% m; ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' @* D+ [3 U. @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& C, \1 H [2 L# Q9 ?8 z, ]: } j0 fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 ~" g( M2 S* p# I! }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( c9 ?6 @1 G) S' QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 q6 B6 N) n( [* c8 x# hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. H- \1 N3 o1 j4 [$ nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# J. [! V. m8 T2 R8 }But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ ~ i- B. T$ K1 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * |" ~, [) P: Y$ {$ R4 f* H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : G! @+ @; v: ~0 r+ j7 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # h6 w: J3 a$ f9 D ~- Y7 q* u) n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. B; P: x0 C0 K7 O, BThe 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, - p, C" B1 y$ y/ q6 T
How you suffered for you sanity,$ p* E3 X, }2 g/ b6 {; m9 U- o
How you tried to set them free,
' q* S' z( Q$ f3 V* ` R% ?; YThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( K5 J: i! k. Q3 hPerhaps they never will. |
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