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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 V% z; I0 Y7 b. K V4 V. uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! C- }$ U7 J5 p- h9 g/ f) ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) l6 t5 C4 Q7 J5 eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - |2 ^/ [( X9 j* D1 S# c! l) q0 s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' H% ]+ h) r# s% I: Z p# e* _0 A+ M
How you suffered for you sanity,
# K% f! R! e; B7 |# g3 M% n! _How you tried to set them free,
* q( m- P0 t3 z0 w, o0 \( N JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % H$ B* @' | q7 ] s4 G; F3 R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 c& O) s9 w. U4 w! Z( w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 p5 c' r: w- n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ i. F/ Z l2 S! `7 p. z9 M3 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 |' l& p0 V! _: `, Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ z( A4 B. c2 ?) m' P- f6 i" W- N9 x1 dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : i% O/ G% b- |/ t7 e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 r8 w& r; n/ d. @
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! b2 x" W! ^. u6 rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - D) s' a: W8 {$ F4 {4 h4 x0 U* Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : q4 Y! t5 \( o6 o& l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
F7 q+ k/ E$ G4 h% x& NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " G" E) }$ B9 _9 g: I6 i J+ G
$ ~ ~ n, e: [# o+ LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # q0 Y6 ~4 e, K+ T' }2 i6 h
How you suffered for you sanity,
, P$ j4 ?" a( V' P: iHow you tried to set them free,
% J# }1 [# r# @, P' }They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 }4 k' u8 ?0 H4 R) m% UPerhaps they never will. |
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