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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. L( ~- Q* T. h! s- i9 z2 JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 \8 Q3 Y1 t4 ]& W u- z) M' P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ Z5 U; D2 s* w; c, {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( L L" T! b% _% @& k& p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: [$ j3 z9 L9 N: x4 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
R( N' m( r+ t4 M$ Q" v6 PHow you tried to set them free,
. ]5 o5 t+ k" k& \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( {. m5 w# w- L) d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ a7 |, V% c% |/ M3 E) ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ~4 X. o$ D" d- K' q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ K% }4 p( A' M& N, L% ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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" ] @0 Z( j3 U. H3 n- KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 _" t# f: m7 s# @- OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / w% M! d i2 r/ {
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; {. f. u) J; j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 D1 x! B0 J( C) B3 j' iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% b G8 P8 ~& m j: ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# x. z7 U s' r$ m( C+ iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; W' t, ~9 `+ _8 }% y; x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / P4 f5 i! S$ f6 f3 k2 D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 x. d! e T8 B7 ?; a7 x6 wHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 x1 k: D! e4 ^. m* ^5 mHow you tried to set them free, ' ]) z* o% ~% q8 D
They would not listen they're not listening still, / Y( v. D5 }4 T( c' _# a
Perhaps they never will. |
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