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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ?2 Z( J+ ]: W; f9 @Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) [" v: ^4 x) w1 y+ d" \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: _- p: j' v1 T- L8 P! ]- n4 M* e; ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! E& ?6 Y* h5 h |; h- E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 b+ }; i) o; W4 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
) |# v+ j" [# K# G# `, i- ]How you tried to set them free,
5 x: y' | O% X- u% FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) {9 z5 B7 }& H: U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 t U# z) i* HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' X p- u, x4 p+ _# S0 f& J. oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 i# g5 u0 K1 _$ }& dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 r2 w" l; @4 c3 M" M K; d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ k. e$ Q, d, w) ~/ pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ H# j& w5 |; ~- O9 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% g2 y3 L' X6 T9 ABut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 X- p7 o: |) E, g3 {$ D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 U* I% s4 W) \! i! s1 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 L6 O% G; p) L$ C2 C, s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 _; b" j/ ^; o" e" _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* F0 g/ S4 b y b2 m! v& WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 u( g+ @. d$ Q O$ |& o( D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 p! D+ T( X+ e, ]8 O% gHow you suffered for you sanity,
% `% t6 Q$ S' KHow you tried to set them free,
. C2 T5 Q8 n; q1 i" e" \They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 T) q$ @4 H8 d, J' g! I
Perhaps they never will. |
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