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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' a6 x. E# ?% T: @7 A# z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / t5 [& C0 s l2 g/ z/ }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 M; R" M0 [4 E0 z) k; P) { QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% h+ K* L- S, p( GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 }: g5 I$ k$ m, d8 I2 mHow you suffered for you sanity, / k S6 h! ]* _
How you tried to set them free, 3 {6 t8 t" G: A! Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + [$ f+ J4 Z) k( D; F4 J) K, o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " e0 [) e8 r5 S2 K/ ~
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & b$ @& j" J4 L. X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 [8 l L% Q% I. D& z" w! IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 [) S- h& Y) S6 d1 ^
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " M; r8 U+ c5 O$ t3 i% I. }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 C9 `; R4 ?" [; Z3 [' w+ ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
s: l2 D5 t+ S0 w2 nBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 X% o7 u6 X. ?( G6 } L3 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' }! }1 Y, X6 B4 J% Y" e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& G6 Z I5 M9 N8 _& eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. j. J! W$ [4 B9 G' _$ T5 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 G; {7 y" h2 ]3 |7 Z9 rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 }( W9 [1 D; Z' a( g: R
" A6 f/ t% ]; d- gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / p4 ?3 e, s" s/ ~$ R+ Y5 F8 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 j# e8 H/ |8 z/ x* {! t$ S& UHow you tried to set them free,
( D5 C! ^! \: E8 j; V, g* ?0 h3 RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# `2 e! t+ ~2 g! P& tPerhaps they never will. |
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