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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
Y4 n+ @1 T$ r9 B$ o$ W e( A* QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 }) F1 D1 A$ aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 @0 l7 p+ E G7 ^+ ]1 Q) t! [- u# _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ l! E) g- g TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 e5 v# B/ @8 p! n6 e6 q5 h- X, Y l
How you suffered for you sanity, / r$ G$ c; }3 P* u! V8 _
How you tried to set them free,
/ j# N+ v- K' ?7 h$ u9 hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 |5 ? ?0 Y- f9 P5 Q. \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 G+ N) { \+ RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, Z Y, U1 I* k2 ^ E3 g9 qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & g" `4 u0 p0 Q, l9 }& B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ K# M: L( t% G- l; S) Q0 J' h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; Y; p6 [) V! {( j" I0 a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 r$ s/ _. v+ V4 @- cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: Y* c: A& Y. |% x/ \) Q) OBut I could have told you, Vincent, % L# A0 F% }* T0 z& M( o1 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 @1 {7 Q4 U5 ^7 {% V6 X1 i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 O; F6 N, o2 J$ G, NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 @1 l- {) M0 |5 r& ~2 `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
}0 F) ?7 b1 h) }7 j: d5 IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 p; ?5 F5 W, w: F* Z
6 [, w( U V7 }) A- ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 _- u. T. V6 ?5 f# Q
How you suffered for you sanity,9 b# a# c! P0 }$ y, S# E0 T
How you tried to set them free, - a5 G5 t1 z* [/ @3 M4 a
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) g: O* b; M. Y: ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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