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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# n1 l, s; H2 U f; }% _7 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 Y- d7 Y" \; r/ u2 jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 j3 x$ s9 q& U- `5 C$ l6 Q" M; w/ u0 G/ U
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( o$ _/ a- e: ]% O, x: r r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
H6 l* I ?% A, x3 EHow you suffered for you sanity, % K( R! G; q$ Q4 j
How you tried to set them free,
$ q0 q" d! S) V, GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 g% k# j. `; [# K3 G! Y1 H* f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & ~; f7 t3 O& B4 D. u5 t. P) n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# P: z4 c" l+ ?# Y& PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " q# L" g# }7 A& W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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- w4 `- L1 S8 W* E, y+ H! OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% ^, d, S+ k9 C* E" V4 bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- N- C0 `6 B- L! U) H/ ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ v" K: k* j, W. A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 g/ t8 E3 B( Y5 K0 c6 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) U2 [% C, H5 s/ W5 k$ U4 n" J/ K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& ]2 a$ ^$ U: N" V E2 o4 RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 z4 Q7 R1 L- t1 I# o9 _. WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. |$ Y! A) ^0 ]' l/ P) }& rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 v/ ~/ E5 _8 l! ^0 \7 d4 Y2 P4 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 Y; ~( k# M( O/ w
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 B/ Y# p: i1 A6 M9 Q1 T! l3 fHow you tried to set them free, 7 l9 ]6 z: F, C! l
They would not listen they're not listening still,
, `2 m7 x0 c1 n! R# N, r2 O: EPerhaps they never will. |
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