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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, U( N# b q8 p/ r, J k( ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 s+ |+ w6 N! I! Q; S1 Q5 F/ _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ \7 R8 z, _( }% a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 r( @. F- M$ FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, o/ O& H' O5 d& @) DHow you suffered for you sanity, * ^1 M7 @3 v7 J, @) F
How you tried to set them free, , r/ ?! u' `4 C, R8 h) U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 U5 x2 b1 S2 {& y D* rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ c: Q8 @; M2 ]# _4 _# E* u% y( S. ?) gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 c0 j- S# v5 {2 y2 D2 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( ^3 W/ B! W8 G- O/ R, GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 f* ?- `* h4 X! C0 [8 M. z5 Q/ d( z
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 h) X' f3 E6 x: _5 b. @: pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " b& f1 e: A: ^) t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 }. h1 Y3 O; G/ cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, l @" u6 X( Z+ g3 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 w! D2 z# d7 E7 e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 H& y5 {, C6 H+ T- mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, B, V6 H# d' |5 r" S: N) P7 R' V) @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & |3 s& f$ \3 t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ J, b. _' O/ `" Q- a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; _% ]+ E% d1 L0 x. C9 KHow you suffered for you sanity,8 h& p w+ }, Q6 {+ O6 }
How you tried to set them free, & [6 y* k7 s: o5 Q! d
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! f. [, g' c: d! ]; uPerhaps they never will. |
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