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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ x" y# X! Q2 [1 M2 aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 Q+ e) O; K6 |# Z0 U/ r4 J( w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ j* C( U* U! c$ Y& vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 Y* r, J; E9 ~& d' w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; B4 F9 A& C) j
How you suffered for you sanity, " [" G7 T- Y/ q* D1 G- F
How you tried to set them free, 6 e0 ]- _) {- |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' Y1 _% ?2 @. n+ {- V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& D& _/ M9 B# @6 G# `# ?9 FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; O( b) V8 C7 h( y! _ aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 P1 d7 R& e5 S+ m- E/ s% J% YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( q. \% w1 G# z/ n [" E& Z8 ~4 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : u# ~' c+ _4 P0 l/ ^0 q5 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ J3 S* E* B+ D& |You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' n* ~$ o" V. c1 S
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; k( Q1 w* s; N9 a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( j) B S+ s* t K2 H& K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
( ^% n( ~) O# O* aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # C2 n7 P1 g' p7 A" H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 @" p& J5 `+ n2 m2 E. F% G0 B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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S5 q: z$ s8 o1 t- V4 _; a; hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' Z; w. E* h8 c) ? d, CHow you suffered for you sanity,
! j. n7 w& C4 f2 \9 U: @How you tried to set them free, $ u. b9 |& b& d' I* I8 G
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! _5 t1 S0 N3 v( j) Q6 A; T
Perhaps they never will. |
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