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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . ~/ F1 g! ^3 \2 v3 ~* F- Q1 n, A& z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, }7 d; L4 M O: Y0 A* W& p5 [ n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( u" C4 b- c: v# i% {) TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! X3 ?1 p, g& K% x) a7 ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 Q: `; _! B @- L B. W& }How you suffered for you sanity, K$ n6 U' g4 s9 O: h0 w( o1 w
How you tried to set them free, 4 W w/ q& h3 I0 i9 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . o$ N4 ~2 d! e7 W
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! m: ^! d! e G3 b0 s& ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ |! t( P# j* O; M* O+ `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! j2 |( Z( k! R2 I) K' ~9 fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # b( T( u3 Z+ L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, Y+ b, x% X' c6 @. M- E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! a4 A- p$ |) ]' T4 c4 l( y l* KYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* L0 Q4 r& M0 _But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 J' q$ F/ K2 {% N2 ]5 x9 FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ s4 U+ T5 P/ h' L4 B' O' [
6 a/ `: l+ j/ c! z) TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 l* i. Y* x5 c+ s% S2 S) T" Z) J2 SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, |4 U$ x* _% u5 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 H& w+ G H1 B3 E" vThe 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,
. k$ `, g" o8 ~9 e% |How you suffered for you sanity, [2 ^( I5 J5 E! O" u, n* ~8 |
How you tried to set them free,
1 A/ s) C# L" k5 v) {0 r( u* FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( L) W9 g: E- W( DPerhaps they never will. |
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