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3 a* u3 v2 }, M; W! R9 K5 xStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ B" C4 ~, w$ z3 k% K/ F; eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ u; t z7 n' RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 d0 c) H+ T9 j9 o# d, [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* H( ]$ I, w% c8 \$ M6 ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 L6 f$ q/ b* U9 @ Q3 _* p M" `
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 {' T/ j7 {* B r/ X0 O9 b' i/ L
How you tried to set them free, ! z, h2 s; L$ E9 Y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! B: T+ j' ^6 C2 t. }- {) ]4 X/ U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 a, \5 s; X, {: `7 u2 n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % f' g% `$ o3 X' S0 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . F) {0 ]; c2 e1 H: |; z$ E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 d1 a5 O1 w, g$ W/ H8 t6 j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , W% v4 k, D7 l2 f/ N6 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 u/ g# W+ ]) I {: eYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # ~ t, s3 I! Z) a
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 H& F) I1 C2 i/ H" e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 j6 v! A6 L6 t0 G) n. B; S0 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
^; ?0 k E) s" |0 t$ M/ T) L% x7 [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" } ^8 O6 o% i: W# UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % i3 q& M$ t+ i2 ?; w7 R$ x
0 g' Q! X% N/ @9 C }7 P7 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: Y B% ^: B; U. I1 \2 THow you suffered for you sanity,5 q1 e, A4 d% h$ { S
How you tried to set them free,
) y4 |2 F; v& I6 _" Y/ \They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 g0 U" ~$ s3 }: A( v# U5 W8 l" XPerhaps they never will. |
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