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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 I- \, p, F F6 y; n0 R2 xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 o1 e6 v& }- d0 o/ W* nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 k. K0 q, f7 c1 h* `. r4 }- W K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" F \, v0 v- `# m+ ~0 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 l, P& X' s, P3 J7 y
How you suffered for you sanity,
) U; v& l! S; b+ B# ^How you tried to set them free,
0 L+ O6 g2 X" l1 S" m: HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % o; }& S9 q7 w7 i7 u8 q. L' W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' D6 P% ~& q/ g+ y! j+ z/ M. s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ w9 N% @* @! h0 f g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' r# x9 D# ~$ j
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, & f4 z/ A$ C! }, m7 J' `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 y0 f+ g/ y+ n; L1 q! J4 nYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 t0 i& o, `* iBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; T9 z( |$ V( W: e+ u6 w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" ]8 m4 L2 q4 S& s: TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 Y6 p, g1 Y; F F! ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
P5 W0 l* d& Y6 KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ \+ K" G* e1 p6 r+ PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- d; {: h' [ ?5 UHow you suffered for you sanity,) F8 `: G. i; D @. Y
How you tried to set them free, 8 ^0 n. Y# E$ m0 F! u! Q$ B% e
They would not listen they're not listening still, " D! \) M$ n q6 D' L. }$ f, |
Perhaps they never will. |
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