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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 A- {8 m; D; \: w8 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 \5 r/ v& T1 T4 i/ a- {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
|6 U& U- |' J7 s6 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 \2 D* d6 u: ]" }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 ?4 N1 M% L2 n+ j- S
How you suffered for you sanity,
) u' ^7 C# W: @How you tried to set them free, 0 S$ {; p1 O& n% K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! a" n1 p: F* k8 _( F& B6 b# _/ CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, c+ W" _3 z4 q% N# z( mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
D9 p$ \* w4 y( |: u/ u/ ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
[0 Z7 L3 i+ K! M% `2 Z/ I1 KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: |) U& ?4 U7 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# R: {! c5 V( d$ j$ j2 Z3 FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - J' {$ z$ N' ~* Y0 a3 r4 n3 m
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) h* S2 r2 I. _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 }' c/ p' R% K1 d& KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, b& F, F* h7 }: ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
z5 Y6 |9 K/ t& C4 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " a6 _. R; k; l1 |3 B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 F5 e3 G+ b$ h( g# V& ], g9 d+ F& p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. W' {/ }5 s/ J$ k& s# x( b% THow you suffered for you sanity,
! c' y4 v. U+ K+ hHow you tried to set them free,
) T5 v( @/ z- C1 l: `5 m$ mThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 a; u) P+ W; G8 Y7 q
Perhaps they never will. |
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