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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " B v+ N; h1 J8 E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 |; V& Q+ e2 e2 h. c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& G0 X+ m4 I- b# j, ]4 a" W/ S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) ?" I, `1 R0 H6 |- p' u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 T2 y3 K+ c: R& m: P
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 N2 s# A! o; b9 ?' LHow you tried to set them free, 0 W5 E, r1 l# S9 J( `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 E8 G- q9 a$ K# Q6 P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " I; S5 X8 I" o' |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + x+ S8 r/ c4 _8 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( k$ M/ r8 m4 S+ J3 {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, # I5 m* }. R7 a* H2 n( F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 Y2 s5 h- p' N$ i$ m) O: WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 c& J* \3 l* P8 P+ dBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) A( Y2 Z) Y9 u, V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 ^0 F/ b/ X9 W+ ?, V, h- I& JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 z9 z3 d, ]3 L9 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 G* I& N7 b( U' B+ V# }* b- |# lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - _0 k3 [! R* K U" K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 f/ U0 r9 D1 {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 R( D9 R: i- M
How you suffered for you sanity,# ?4 A$ W) i4 U2 @( O7 A6 [
How you tried to set them free, ( p, y( n" F' [6 N8 R/ I
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 T+ p& F* p \4 a. GPerhaps they never will. |
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