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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " s) k! X0 m7 f7 S& }3 h3 G F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 Y2 i" E4 z3 }4 q2 d& Z9 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ u# Y( V) L( p2 q9 Z+ ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , a3 m, L% M2 I& x( Z; P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
p% m1 d0 l7 w; z7 `# CHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 |& y# d1 E1 z# Q3 UHow you tried to set them free,
. k1 I# P. \. Z9 rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 h+ c5 X3 e# T0 p, H6 a
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* ^" ?4 i) |) F1 C& Z& [' E0 z6 DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ d& y7 C; U2 ?, k" mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
D" q2 x; t$ n: Y! I" [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, : Z# T/ j2 s, x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 R) m4 a3 D* R/ Z+ j9 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, & ~ j5 K$ D/ W. r# {/ B. ]" }) n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' O6 ]" D0 P ?- { e9 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' ]+ O' d" m; E. p4 d; ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 D5 z! g+ I* i: f1 G6 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ ?1 R( ~/ M% B9 F, x- U# sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( ~: Y0 z1 E, j+ i+ v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 v2 C- g" B' m5 F, l
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ p% H; ~9 O- h& t" R* SHow you suffered for you sanity,
; ` z R6 I3 YHow you tried to set them free, 1 |* Z6 }9 x9 ~* |7 ?
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( D5 }" V7 g7 c X$ Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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