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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& ]2 p, P" ]% Y. xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 g7 M8 E, n- }, }' W D* uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 H* N# X* B/ K' F d- FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 W( d$ c( [6 c: K" i+ w7 h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
q# P/ M, ~; k. R S+ j0 b+ O3 PHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 n" l \( f! P' \. r/ y8 ?2 x
How you tried to set them free,
7 s- m0 ]6 _1 B& AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 c* {/ l( s. E, o7 F1 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 M6 R- {: t8 G- D0 [; y# nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 v% D( H3 A" J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / K8 q- ]8 Q/ Y. p) X! u) G
Weathered 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, - I+ Q# N+ c2 C& l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 y) X: i( R" ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; L. J) P: C2 i( |: T J
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) g1 w2 A4 |; A0 \$ }1 S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ n8 Z- J1 }$ wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & V2 Z+ @5 S9 g% E3 G! ]/ B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # Q# ~3 Z! j) H5 G$ v) @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! F" k, W. h2 P8 R. v: YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! U }7 @3 c6 m+ A7 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 Q* n( \% @) N9 hHow you tried to set them free, % T$ c& G6 r7 _0 L9 V% c: ?* C! _
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ D) q+ f$ X, j$ ]% Q+ t& `) M
Perhaps they never will. |
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