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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 m0 {$ W r1 U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / q0 e& S# n4 ]# }6 r* g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 a# I- e" B' C, FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 y# W+ g5 Y/ i; D- h% g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& m; p2 Q& {4 W# y$ _% KHow you suffered for you sanity,
: [0 W) v5 |. {) uHow you tried to set them free,
6 C9 [/ J% V ]" PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 @( ~! N/ [# mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% {4 Z+ p7 y# E! Q, b: FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! Q' q3 a/ V& h/ }9 l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - Q# U3 m- C0 z# u/ a. O2 b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 s @8 u( m8 A) z5 i1 L9 J
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , V, x: h2 H- i, S; T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * E9 ~1 k% @3 K$ W8 f" Z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " S. H. N) l- @/ f4 J' o# Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 |/ E$ }5 K: n j V$ H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 g* c; P N0 }2 ?: {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' J& u. P$ p' I% h- A; Y3 O; L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + `" s5 m% m" y) o# d6 V: E" O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " X! t& U* i% D% J6 W( b
The 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,
0 s8 a: g% ]& J& D' OHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 ?# R4 N1 `9 ~$ D aHow you tried to set them free,
! W6 m% D' l# wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 T1 L+ T7 N& l6 P$ p: X/ M1 yPerhaps they never will. |
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