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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & G! _; e" L+ `2 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 q1 g, z& C5 d% UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* O, h- d% a' l" C3 N. `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 D# [4 {/ r4 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* \& e) k6 j2 n1 ~+ _1 s E; h& l
How you suffered for you sanity,
" G6 w }* q5 P; W, j- ` c3 ^How you tried to set them free,
j- B6 A K) T4 g+ vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! c$ p& Y# J; z# @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% x2 D& Z- `- R" x* a: f' ~, SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 g2 a" a& q$ u' M* O. @* o4 F% ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + H/ R4 D# N" k7 h) `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ K# G2 w+ ^* b0 ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' a) T$ ~8 a, A1 v8 p- ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " `0 \8 k% v' Y) o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 a2 E& {4 [& h" nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 @* W( O6 t) v' z- Y0 | u4 IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % O( |/ U/ S& \) d- J( ^5 A( y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % b: E I- G/ r5 b T" S# F6 D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . q" |9 r& w, e! X) J
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) l/ a5 c' N& Z* D- j/ m; FHow you suffered for you sanity,& N* k5 i% D9 F9 m
How you tried to set them free, ! {! I' n% _: ~! F
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) v: q3 x0 C: G& UPerhaps they never will. |
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