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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. M$ q z. o# `! E, x& FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 w/ @7 ~0 `9 ^0 Y X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 @% l9 E/ z f9 O% N; R b% r. BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! w" w! P6 Y- B8 d; U7 s! w" ?5 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, ^/ ]6 l$ Z% r8 l
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 s2 Y% f6 Q7 C* g% I* n. N
How you tried to set them free,
& P( C. }2 H0 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" S( A6 _* `: L. IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# I' P: L, y3 e5 j8 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. v8 s, ^; {3 K* Q, B6 P4 n, \" uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 N" A3 k3 [* @& }2 i6 ]* {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( P: n- w3 R% [. zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . \2 b8 m7 @; V. U W3 b8 V8 Y Q6 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 v. n% N2 ], |/ z! n% jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 }- W/ |# Z9 K. u' GBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 O, x' F) Y7 n9 E7 D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 h2 C! L5 s4 F5 V/ x) u% q* a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 E; ?! T. i% n7 G5 q" {# v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & M. n+ p8 m% X' S" Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 x' _5 |' w2 P2 l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, n/ g! D! G. h& _% k/ s6 P( KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ D/ ]7 `0 u! B$ Y( H3 }: fHow you suffered for you sanity,
( [7 `5 u: t* r6 g- z# zHow you tried to set them free,
4 Q4 c% A( U7 L1 Y& \7 @5 dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
u" X9 x, i9 U# f+ M# d9 @$ DPerhaps they never will. |
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