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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 Z) Z+ {9 y: o2 T7 \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; y: I; j2 @3 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, |8 u) v$ C4 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 [7 o- Z, {4 r2 q. X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; G& F- Q" {1 i+ U! }How you suffered for you sanity,
1 y0 c; u! L$ `8 D1 THow you tried to set them free,
2 n' ~5 s. @2 h1 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : c1 O# v" \: \0 Y' y5 |% ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# S3 j7 u3 D3 C5 O; mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 E' w5 w' B0 D$ }1 u4 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 B: s) f, ], Y/ U0 h" e/ P. e- V PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ D; h" I$ V: p4 N) ^/ P( {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; V. L+ Z; y# O3 [1 S
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % t" t+ L6 ~' _, R5 E. a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, p" G6 l. R/ y+ h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% ?! g& K$ u# I% A* CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: h& c3 |7 G! J1 R* ^/ ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 f4 @, {/ X. G4 z) ]* _
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 a$ A$ K+ _( }+ f6 R6 ]6 B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 D/ v2 Y" H7 x7 v3 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( G D$ g" n5 R8 U/ T
, ]+ _8 W; m5 R/ ]4 Q) `- Q2 e/ MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* P5 |1 U5 M/ Z* n, THow you suffered for you sanity,
# ]9 I5 I- C' y+ ~, f/ e# ?$ z5 |How you tried to set them free,
! E, }! S. M7 I" D% Y" I+ NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" W, Z" ~: h+ W% Q0 qPerhaps they never will. |
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