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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + W) [' i5 m4 c4 ?
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - j1 ~, v2 @9 l/ r# p) q) N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ x9 e7 R; D$ k+ I) e0 q# m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! r. \6 j/ Q3 C6 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 s* n1 J4 ?' s/ w* z, Y8 bHow you suffered for you sanity,
; Q( p+ Q& H# P2 P% u. e& t2 f zHow you tried to set them free, ! ?- d; p1 n; {: E {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 T, a; S' K; J- |( V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 p3 a' |) W6 x' b9 q NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# a3 B2 c! N; O" A1 Z: L; u8 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( L. h& J0 w p6 E" ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. W" X3 r! W4 S( H4 V6 c, aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 u( }- S! _+ k5 i; g) |: eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 m' M: d* [( _% fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - r( I6 \' b' G% M/ A0 X
But I could have told you, Vincent, A+ f, I. i" ~3 {1 [ Y% j$ m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ E' c5 n& g" a ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 u( ~' T0 c, k5 R1 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ U2 H# x2 @) Q' ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% Y' S% O+ `9 ?- u; NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 |. p7 O1 q$ h1 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . q- D4 i( O5 Z5 D1 j2 K* _
How you suffered for you sanity,
! E. k2 s! [$ h8 p# d0 fHow you tried to set them free, H$ l) @% Z9 c
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 e9 G* \7 t8 [& Q6 o3 {$ GPerhaps they never will. |
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