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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % H6 _" K x" c. A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( w5 N: I9 ~- ~! r0 CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 j! M- Z3 y$ L; yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 D! v% J# v+ f9 t2 A: JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 T- |1 S. g% N" f/ z/ U+ ]5 Z8 Q" H
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ e! ~ R4 q HHow you tried to set them free, , t1 N4 n( `/ C! k
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : y% J0 k1 e; ~6 i% X# G$ k+ }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( I: p# \- u7 Q+ g8 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 {( J* F+ }# e/ g" l$ ]$ AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ C2 g% B/ S+ d- {0 {) YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& P6 Y( Y! F0 n( d+ M9 B' u7 ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + B5 T# D% ]8 W) O: a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) s- q# I% x* u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 G% L o$ r3 t' D& BBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 o( h& p! P$ r6 O% Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 Y) R- f2 ?" M5 I9 p; g5 N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # d% k: J% I9 G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! p2 Q3 m0 k' C' H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 E" G' ^2 H' {% i) x/ y$ tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ _& D, N: e# i M3 H2 O6 [5 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * F) @8 r# ~2 w3 j- O% _; A9 @
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 ?; h" `! ?$ Y# v+ iHow you tried to set them free, 3 r8 C5 u, Q: W& y3 l; C9 [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
E! H9 h8 m: uPerhaps they never will. |
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