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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, m3 a# K) U i2 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ y' R, K* n6 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 W0 M# ~8 V' y7 q! V6 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . U* `& r( L6 I& {' G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, H# v9 S1 A8 S" e6 yHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 z# K1 r0 J& @4 L
How you tried to set them free,
7 y [/ v+ O: H& v( ~0 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 v b V" o6 V" Q9 g" L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" a* s- S" P2 h: m1 k# J, U* X ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* v6 o' T: C1 J. @- O, n' MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 e o" l" s0 x' F- B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + Z' v* }& C, Q9 R5 }
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 q8 _- }( `9 ?, x: m" |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ R7 t% _7 W5 \7 H( n- R+ sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; W& o, d, \/ @/ n$ @
But I could have told you, Vincent, / O9 _8 j! y" [9 H1 J9 q$ d. i) l7 R
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 W- i& v. f- ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 u; a3 }5 E" V& L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. X1 ~$ c6 n- R2 L! j& E& P# T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) V! y( c! t+ b& G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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\1 f* t4 {# GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& s5 \2 E# w% HHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 h1 W2 @7 c& n* o% iHow you tried to set them free,
% x$ O3 B, a. M1 N% U$ aThey would not listen they're not listening still, D; a! |# E+ J Q' E6 k0 i
Perhaps they never will. |
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