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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 U9 w6 U' t5 [4 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. g) l' ~8 f$ |4 p9 U+ |( GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 h# A0 A1 r6 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * F0 H6 P1 X! l: |8 _: f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( o7 J9 ~( n, w+ A4 M+ f
How you suffered for you sanity, & K# y3 j& N$ M! Z! A
How you tried to set them free,
2 h g+ X- p# PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# ^) m8 `; N: L* G: U& J, @8 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & a: y. {$ c' L# `, Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- G4 }4 v' y7 X, c z5 m& {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 D9 ], n/ U: n. o+ h+ h; e( WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % m4 K% c; b" S7 [& [" p
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) F6 \9 L" y4 k3 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, S% g7 @+ l6 F" B Q) u
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * G$ S5 i4 p( v
But I could have told you, Vincent, / \% K6 Y) O1 ?1 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 ?, r9 Q4 N# H8 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & l7 H+ m1 h" h6 V/ ?2 c0 K% {3 o2 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
p( W2 @. T. i+ a, x! b5 `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / V; m# T* u+ P
! _, n9 H% o# P5 e9 U- E1 K2 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" S1 G+ k1 h5 A' b' c2 P) L1 NHow you suffered for you sanity,
* R; V! I% m) B+ K9 i$ e$ a% dHow you tried to set them free, 3 _- G e4 d ^. O: @3 C! h7 L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 Y/ A9 J* i0 s+ }0 b& A9 oPerhaps they never will. |
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