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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 r$ z5 ]5 A( r4 }6 h9 a0 O3 H+ WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 d9 b! O. A, `( d5 r8 gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
`0 _1 a% k+ d( X f# oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% `8 X, i/ [; I% `1 DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 h8 {3 c' T4 q1 R3 z X
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 g4 h( I, w# ^; [4 E
How you tried to set them free,
* L, x0 a0 x+ L( YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ t. K+ `+ b8 J' ]2 L; I* q: EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% e7 d* ?& {5 C" s( j7 X) b' ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 p$ S2 i: G; C* B* x) ?
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' W# m2 p" X) {2 j3 kWeathered 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,
! t2 _9 _& Z2 ?2 X$ D1 mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ Z- ^6 ^4 y0 iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % }6 m' F8 Y9 P3 j, I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* N( Y+ f5 M. iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 v$ \( G5 [1 |8 T, VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # z: B" P. H' X8 L# c/ Y6 o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # t0 H W- [9 I' b T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 E/ W0 i' x9 |7 {) G5 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) u; k1 w7 r3 o5 G9 m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . l% T! w- e1 i/ k: N$ d* t2 b
How you suffered for you sanity,0 N: @0 g* p, t6 L; o& h
How you tried to set them free,
8 x/ C; g, b" E+ HThey would not listen they're not listening still, " {6 P E. x# Q4 O) a
Perhaps they never will. |
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