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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; D. f5 H& n9 D8 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " V& J$ M0 ]. V, z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 A* e- Q5 }, g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 Y% g% l/ t# k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" T+ }, s E/ b4 A2 |, o5 |0 rHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 d! P! e5 W' I5 q+ s7 eHow you tried to set them free, : W2 D) B+ L; E. A) ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 _0 H( J0 ~; h' h: nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ ?& k' O/ F: M3 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 [$ s9 J+ `$ Q) s9 c2 k$ O' J @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 y+ @$ ]4 c9 X; d$ i! O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- ^' ~7 n9 c. n9 }5 v$ [0 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : E# n+ z# P4 `$ ~3 Y# u, u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 t( b$ N% n; X6 B1 s* Y7 HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 \( U) d4 }$ f3 xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" I6 C! o$ D" z% s4 z5 V* y( {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& c) ]( f8 {% q' _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / z: B' X% h( p) L6 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - |6 |# S! n9 f7 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, r8 E. E3 B( d8 q! t9 _# a+ B G; }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 @: _9 C5 Y. _# GHow you suffered for you sanity," ?% `4 z8 G9 b# l9 Q
How you tried to set them free,
8 |0 Q! O p5 S& M% s/ cThey would not listen they're not listening still, + `+ d* U+ V: F5 n1 J
Perhaps they never will. |
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