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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 @' u3 R" Q; E* \5 H8 u/ |$ M- t2 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' o& p. Q- ?% `4 A+ nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- v3 @) Z# X2 l( R+ KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 \: f) H. I0 @2 r hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# d) G5 _7 @/ w5 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ Q5 h$ x( b/ D# O X4 M5 v" |How you tried to set them free,
# o/ K8 g1 M0 G) [; _8 wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - Q* R4 O- N& P+ ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 U5 u# k, R9 M0 T7 V( U: XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , A( q6 m7 K0 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% d0 F0 ^. M+ S \; L; m+ @8 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . n( @! m9 B1 S) u! O* @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) ~6 {1 {( [% C* t3 ], gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, [$ x7 G& z: F& n% _4 U6 Q) oBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 f: k" r4 i" L' W2 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 U/ l% Y0 l; l4 @7 M( }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: [0 I/ ~1 t& M5 e O% i2 }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% m( p: u& j9 O7 x' ?2 ?3 M' DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 p) n: K$ k8 s, S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : Y/ Y4 [; D% v0 R+ v( f
7 O' R' f: z( _- t* D, C$ WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . V: j: @5 s, B9 h: m
How you suffered for you sanity,' q9 ]! R2 h: H) g! a% z
How you tried to set them free,
6 J$ D' O8 H0 qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 q3 y* q* F5 L& `6 NPerhaps they never will. |
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