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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ i7 J. o/ J$ ^" r) U/ c: z4 R; DLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : k, C$ a+ N. z) b: c5 d# P) r6 {' @1 v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" D* A5 h, H: x! QCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ i" a! U6 O: {/ }7 q8 Q- lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. Y, C9 m% ]% y, m! A7 DHow you suffered for you sanity, ! C( Y* x+ |' S4 W7 W+ b
How you tried to set them free, " @! `- F) _# W: Y- K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % ]2 P4 ^8 T O/ [9 t0 ~+ J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) L1 d5 B! K. eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 g; ?9 R" Y" L& ^4 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 w4 a8 v/ c$ I- j. w+ q+ V/ S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 W7 L5 ]# ?7 Y0 p, |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! Q' o* g9 z7 \9 G c5 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 Q# Q3 b) d* M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % r6 @; E4 {5 p1 c0 H" l! \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: i* ^' I' I9 ]! U! cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 \+ l" `4 k2 k: ?0 M; ~ o: c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " m0 J* M3 H7 w* ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 ~2 a% s) h7 F/ ~3 x' w0 RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 z4 M& l" q. s' @2 I# L- a. LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 N& l! P) m) {
+ w7 A( Y1 ^: ]5 ` A0 B7 V: \6 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; @6 g; f( e& b4 m* \How you suffered for you sanity,1 @2 K# q; H9 I
How you tried to set them free,
! ~1 ^; h4 ]# c* x a& V) ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 U# `9 H: D3 N8 ~* VPerhaps they never will. |
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