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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 U: _. V$ U) C+ Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 }4 h2 l" s# p4 w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ F4 i) K) [$ Y7 P. U" ~0 ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 ?) {% s* l7 F, a, q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," O$ L6 Q! H. N8 k! N4 C! Q
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 B/ f J3 r$ f3 w3 ~* x$ e
How you tried to set them free,
3 `( ~1 S6 o$ I7 m% p9 NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 F( a' w% c6 Y: T9 y e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ Z1 K U1 a7 g% V H+ Y: YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% ?$ M4 t8 J' @Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 ~, L2 C8 i5 T( Q* lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! O5 I2 ~+ p4 a! g' |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 Z7 o' ^- A3 Z {3 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 Y; o+ A9 Y6 h V" ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & Q2 X8 F$ N6 s; X) Z; Z1 D3 \
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 ~9 n' U& C9 j/ d2 j
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ @- U3 H% Y ?. xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . b- n, ^; s( n3 i% h m. t; A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 x0 g3 P/ T1 K) P1 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - a: O2 W7 p! }5 N/ K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 F) T' \8 E2 L
' b4 Z" y, r6 g4 l$ S8 T$ ^8 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % Z; V" z: i( U+ ]4 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
4 o" P3 x8 X2 s. Q6 X9 HHow you tried to set them free, ) a5 t% L4 Z: i; A; |& }+ |
They would not listen they're not listening still, # V2 O9 s. {* y8 \+ E J
Perhaps they never will. |
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