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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! W7 i( j/ S; Q7 ~5 E1 L! R R) }& r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : _% \) `8 s- l3 a8 ]9 H" [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: Z5 a& v, Q( P3 Q3 n# dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" y) z, P' J3 ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& c/ R' M& R6 e8 b; r3 c7 w( JHow you suffered for you sanity,
; e$ u$ e5 \$ {& v5 n- |0 k2 }* u4 FHow you tried to set them free, 8 {& S* L [% F5 @0 Q1 y) Q C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ P! ^# w$ {# z7 z! j4 `6 L% |* oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : C8 W2 p+ _* p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% y) o) T3 z, | tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & J$ m6 u# B4 c7 G3 j* a( {9 O0 I+ T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / I: q. ~* w/ l- s6 \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, }! F. E' {1 F WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 j7 m4 `8 a7 h5 \+ H$ sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 \0 p) k! @ X. Q5 I. W& ?" x
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( K1 }! h* W8 @2 y1 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. C( x1 v" ?. f( `, A1 F5 tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - ?0 a$ D, o" D7 h/ e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 f. U9 f1 ]+ k9 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * x0 e' l7 \# e# J) D8 T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ H$ W1 y; f0 ?2 A
! w3 r% M: P2 _0 ^+ P2 iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' H& j* l. c+ Z7 X6 P1 UHow you suffered for you sanity,- \5 N$ V5 [4 b* {* g7 W& o! J% p
How you tried to set them free, : \* `& s4 |, V! Q, z7 T; O
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( ?/ o4 d _( |$ M( h4 o8 ?% C
Perhaps they never will. |
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