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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / Z/ P- I5 Z7 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # P+ @5 D/ r! D5 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' k/ j! Z8 S" t# T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 @% T; {3 S9 P& }& D h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; z$ w4 C# Q/ r/ I- O- G ^9 V9 z' {How you suffered for you sanity,
- E% e) F- p5 R( zHow you tried to set them free,
* i$ w$ R% b. _They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 f, X* v/ |' S4 Q; }: L: Z& p( X' }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # n: L: q; W, k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) F' x: I D1 ?7 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * S. ^; c/ Y8 x% a: a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ s) J* x8 l8 y# wFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ a8 S1 v2 W; A, z7 V8 i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 s( B: a4 u" \6 s+ W! s3 E/ M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 S( j* L) l4 Y0 X* W
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; ?7 z2 Z5 Q9 w' G0 ]& iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 O; D. |- ?9 J/ g, C7 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ S/ t8 [$ k) l3 W7 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 @7 c' O1 {5 [1 x RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* V1 J( H2 O4 y6 y# CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- E2 h# I8 ]0 j" d0 B. ?& x( ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 [( ^% r; X+ |% @0 E u& I
How you suffered for you sanity,/ B5 q, V% Y+ ]$ ]( I
How you tried to set them free,
8 R' A5 k# p8 ]9 A/ s( SThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( ?0 U0 y2 P; Q6 @( ^4 t& a! @- W
Perhaps they never will. |
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