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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 ]* H. ]3 x R! G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) [3 ], `& j! c5 D a2 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- w' q1 l' a2 ^( C2 j! s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) o6 @* k$ Z; e* kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! @( \5 w, J' g
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ u3 o- r7 P8 B$ z2 tHow you tried to set them free, 5 R+ \/ _$ `% |# h& ]. h3 f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & u2 p) P( i- J/ W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " V0 h; V& N2 N7 M9 z) ~; W6 \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ L' v; [0 q/ ?; F+ E0 TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 `5 c4 n2 f( r$ VWeathered 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,
2 r( N; c- B' N0 gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" C+ ~8 U5 F3 B6 O8 Z1 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( m+ t6 B3 Q& W/ p3 f% g" l. gBut I could have told you, Vincent, % E9 g# S2 `8 y6 x$ L/ u/ R7 z9 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 c& X, J' ?$ D; ]9 t+ LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- C% D/ ]! U8 h# ]2 q/ \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) d/ z: M0 n: Y3 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 O; X$ b ~1 f, ^' G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
u: n7 }1 `# k3 \7 p& L8 UHow you suffered for you sanity,. Q* o6 N/ q7 y
How you tried to set them free,
! A& s8 f# B( x# L8 Z; `0 MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 @% ^! }8 n# g/ OPerhaps they never will. |
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