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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 s5 l% H) l, y) M O! P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# i3 {' M+ [- N" JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ `" a5 ^# ?2 w/ z$ o. C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" U- r Z8 S. t1 j. PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 Y) B2 N/ W; o: j( M& g4 lHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 P) p: T- \( _& P& _0 k
How you tried to set them free,
% z' D9 p4 O7 U/ D0 ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 C6 _9 H* a6 J+ B+ KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 P2 c- k( u% ]; c8 s s6 d4 ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- N: R. B# l9 KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 Z# W# \; D! H$ Y8 s; a3 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ M) X% i, {4 _9 W x. R5 rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; E6 G0 X. a& x: m) F$ x0 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 M7 ]0 L& o" d% ?/ O; G/ O# A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 W; K2 [& q& b: tBut I could have told you, Vincent, . }* L2 Q5 ?0 U$ a+ O, ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; t e9 B4 W7 {# P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . [9 v9 I2 w$ |6 b7 K+ Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 O$ ?$ Q: p F- {! u0 J. C% m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 l/ F- ?% S+ I# T4 S. q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) U- |8 O6 v3 e: s! j: iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( c3 C' m; I! S$ U3 C" K) a* YHow you suffered for you sanity,& b6 \& q) H8 f
How you tried to set them free,
5 e& w2 E0 S% \They would not listen they're not listening still, " f! \; ^7 x/ x9 Y: G
Perhaps they never will. |
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