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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. ] y2 q1 [3 U& I6 x3 U4 r! ^/ A$ d, ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 A) V8 L* ~) P2 {9 R* g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) h' ^# T9 y+ a4 ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 \! R0 j4 R- _! u4 w# W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* W- ^( E5 i) U! u% `/ H- ]+ M0 w& hHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 \2 ~/ Y: M4 H: |
How you tried to set them free, ; T3 [3 ^' }0 S0 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; g2 f; S8 F3 K
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 o7 ?) x F: Q7 }3 t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 |) [+ n. C! Z+ V3 UColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + y; ]5 l& B z9 }8 ~* K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) p! ?: P* J+ k- `% d5 _) S
* ^+ ?6 _+ I; g' tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 x" @. l1 ~0 V1 H/ ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - _3 X6 H; V) X5 D
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 X5 @3 Q4 t7 e( h) \& r. O$ NBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 [: r! s M; G. w( F% e; b# {8 p2 k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * ]( N* R2 f" i4 p, X d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, d: O, {( Q+ i0 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + Q& e( B' a+ R/ n$ Y& }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# `" `+ f0 j, ^0 E/ `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 `' C4 d$ S7 C( }) b4 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 ^7 t4 O& S8 D* _! Q ]How you suffered for you sanity,/ j: |' E5 k0 c8 G; u# \* Q
How you tried to set them free,
! D' m8 c- c$ xThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 f& u* {- K( n9 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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