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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 T7 C$ S7 b) e# @' g- v( j) L9 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& J! m( ~! G( k+ `9 I9 P, rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) F* U- N" e) g) R; g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 m5 y& {/ S/ t( A" ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( |* d9 t1 m: ^. K2 k& \How you suffered for you sanity,
; [1 k: M: x8 q7 B: }8 T: OHow you tried to set them free, 2 e {' S- f; I$ m; a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / b) b" \& Y9 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + i# z- H ^7 v: N- w2 D! q7 q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : R# C _& f6 O7 r# ?1 \8 \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% L2 k" i$ m1 ]8 @+ R# sWeathered 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, % X; z/ o, x$ p- t: H% s1 h. g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; x& H5 i" U5 G- V$ g7 x0 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( V1 v" {$ X) N# R
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' l1 U; w# E; D4 o, Y& A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' _4 ^4 K8 P) x4 ~5 |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * N* X! W6 _8 [ p! h! d {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * x9 u; i/ p3 v6 M' U; j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : H% c: g/ V* T& B6 ^- m; R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 |$ K* \7 R* U: `( C. R0 YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 y/ v1 i8 D& b4 w; G1 ?2 i( wHow you suffered for you sanity,
) D( ]- W: ]3 I# ?& W% }How you tried to set them free, : _$ V4 ]: Z- I) U( t* I& |, w% {: m
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 z O* N- G# X& ?" K# W5 l
Perhaps they never will. |
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