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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( Y$ _3 y% B. o- V7 e6 n2 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 E; w: F& ^2 i0 b1 I8 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 E; v9 j$ o- D- Y9 |; Q* SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% w! L9 F7 O/ LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 E; B% h) u2 h; G. bHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ _% n9 B* v3 YHow you tried to set them free, / m g) I: b7 ~7 @7 |$ o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & `! p& b/ m; I/ Y! t( @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 m& [2 d. k- e: J7 L* t$ R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * M( J1 @$ [; q( @0 p. }* \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( n- ?( s9 Y8 C( {" p1 L2 F |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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# |; h4 r- s9 o1 g! V, _) ^9 UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( q$ r2 b# H. U4 S: AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 U' }2 S3 ^5 T1 X; V3 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " U5 t, [- ?* G
But I could have told you, Vincent, + d/ n& f' C, m$ Z: ?8 s! M2 T' [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & |' M1 I: |# {/ K% {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: D7 Y4 ?7 r. P! V0 x, @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 j% ^' | ?) a" g5 r/ V3 g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / x# C2 G0 }$ l# i& {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : K1 x$ o2 Z, B6 R: Z: k
How you suffered for you sanity,( _7 {; q |2 `0 S
How you tried to set them free,
4 G& }# o: O) A2 e0 I$ Z: WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. u/ V, u+ Y; I+ O. s: u4 m& [1 vPerhaps they never will. |
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