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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & v9 R' X p; C2 ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - `8 A9 }) q1 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; z! r# F! {$ ?( ^, ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. C! T% U% p1 B6 h6 n6 k) m2 iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# F7 R4 c# Y" l% F& `
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 e2 x/ F1 d2 _) F; H* y+ L5 g
How you tried to set them free, / ?- z# k( {# \; g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 G) }$ O/ y) ]0 e3 e; G7 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Q+ U V, o+ ^4 O* l! J* cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 b7 Q. ~! u, r9 y5 B$ H0 J; f5 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . I; K2 p6 D" H# {3 C9 e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * E) }4 T# V: t" f7 X# l* F* a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 N7 Q1 D* I, _( H( [You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 }( S" [0 t! |5 @ v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ U5 n) |4 B( c% zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 L- x! @# B* }" s6 ^9 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & f2 M& }! b# r8 Y) F* U; d& y( r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ H& {* [ |- Y9 u2 ~& AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : N4 T" Q1 K3 v c! a6 D ~* U6 C6 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
" L# y( P. @$ R& bHow you tried to set them free, ' c. T, K7 z; v, W, r0 V( \9 w9 z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! R4 ]. L' C6 ~; v" ?% GPerhaps they never will. |
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