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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ Q- f$ `. e7 u. MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) N; A# ^ h/ W9 w! h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," x1 ^5 R: _* i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 \$ s, c% v# ^3 B8 zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% c8 C3 u7 I. a$ R1 S) d4 k
How you suffered for you sanity, - H# E" [0 {5 ^6 h0 W
How you tried to set them free,
/ i' y) Z" {! t. i5 `8 ?" OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ j" O" P$ O, U( l. {* aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# P. x; k5 ~) m9 y; }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & Y2 F; |- W/ ?4 T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 Y: ]7 H v2 X9 i8 h. |; d' G5 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! E, X1 V9 M# w# B" Y4 _* b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 @- W& x, ]5 r4 R2 V$ C" C" d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' l5 ^; j/ `! T0 Y) u( E/ ^4 o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 \+ M# k0 t8 W4 ]* SBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 N: E( e) \8 o* g1 r5 S: W, k$ ^3 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - h# z4 v* s2 @0 ^# V
1 q4 p2 s0 w3 q9 U' \' f8 z3 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 W4 F* v' U6 L! N2 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 [4 w. O) \: M$ n5 u I0 q& p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ @% _: U) H* I4 z# R; i+ G% l& f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 \6 U: K+ ~1 C! A! L7 E! {, nHow you suffered for you sanity,
. T) I: m7 I8 t, ]5 _% J7 z MHow you tried to set them free, & k$ c+ ]# q! V3 J0 X
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 U& j0 W- n4 j8 Q {* A) L9 s" BPerhaps they never will. |
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