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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, h) P. \/ }9 o9 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 {+ |1 f& V" `) r7 L7 A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& s- {4 t* t3 G* kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! P8 v+ x9 z; ], ?: ~ }/ N& b* F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& w- w) N' k5 F6 E* jHow you suffered for you sanity, ' c4 d: C8 H5 W7 l u+ F, B
How you tried to set them free, . `5 a7 O9 u& Z. S9 i4 |3 d$ v- \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
]8 i0 w; R* V1 R, ~% ^; U% \( M0 TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 V6 F* F9 z* d6 Y# X. HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & ^# `2 s& {. P: h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( O, C0 ?8 K; o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; R2 W9 v1 r6 q+ |0 f2 a; j3 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* P3 {: H( d) O8 a' q7 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 m4 T' C, p( _" A; x; |. HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) e) i% W5 w) |$ A" h
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 k* ]% z, q% d( M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, L& W; }3 D/ j/ F3 [. I8 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ J; B) f5 a4 C5 V4 }+ [0 k$ ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. L* ?# X3 D" S8 ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( u3 `! g: ^# f1 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * E: u, K+ Z' T% @' ?2 R! E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 M4 h- V2 b, L/ ~& O: F$ |3 kHow you suffered for you sanity,; ]0 N/ z3 z2 U! p- _
How you tried to set them free,
. a2 w( f" }: {( b4 `3 HThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' B' w/ X3 D; V- m
Perhaps they never will. |
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