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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) o* J, T! B1 |2 ?2 DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 r3 o3 t& Y" @- ^% oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) u: ]5 S3 N0 r- u6 k' \; B2 G/ E( n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 I1 ^: @7 [! ?" ]) h5 P* h4 SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, C! k/ B5 w: b+ q
How you suffered for you sanity,
, _1 A( s: n) @+ bHow you tried to set them free,
9 `$ P5 s) c; c+ e- T3 Z7 b) PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 }* O% ^0 Z$ h0 Z9 b8 }& w9 F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. A: m1 L+ i2 Q1 ?' R4 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & K( o ~8 U, t( ^$ W" K3 @' t) l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 v. {% W1 _) I4 KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' z. H/ _. T( R+ D1 ?
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " d' B4 Y* M9 y5 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & V9 [2 u' t( L! H
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 k1 ~. y! G9 g ^& }But I could have told you, Vincent,
* E0 h/ P" n, v$ c" @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: P2 G2 z- L" tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* Z# O, Y0 _+ r; q( B5 jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & v! L) z1 f, M/ J+ x/ I1 o- y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 M* r+ K. p1 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & t. m$ M! a |% c* n) `! w1 K! S
8 H! ?4 P8 h0 _, _0 X: dNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " S8 o0 F; m) D( b
How you suffered for you sanity,
; v& P2 ]$ _9 E0 {4 g/ s. wHow you tried to set them free, 9 O% @0 c9 G% v' J2 g; |
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" u. x$ `3 V$ C) ^ R8 L% pPerhaps they never will. |
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