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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 E B1 L1 h) e( n; H4 g5 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 H. Q' b& E. f. J2 o+ g' n) c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 n% I/ K2 R9 \+ J1 Z$ f, l4 }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - b& e. t8 q# x' K5 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- L3 y8 F( M; w; v X: Y1 ^6 ^# B* M
How you suffered for you sanity, - I- ]; X: ?- M/ [3 L+ V( H
How you tried to set them free,
# _2 j# B; K! [, H2 vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ W5 t5 [5 s0 D# u3 G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 K; v7 v( ?( a4 s9 b* |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 j& _* t" Z- D2 _$ I! C8 u0 T: z( K4 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 Y+ S Z, ]5 v! h! c# ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' r' l" {" G8 H7 R0 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : R% r) E. `& Z9 l" P6 y6 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ H/ e* N1 T3 K ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" t4 P7 r+ h6 l) f" JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% D" J7 ?, l. e5 O9 z1 G: }/ ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! Q, U4 @0 b' u5 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& b* r! P4 m5 G+ OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 L: O/ P4 r) k% R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
[7 F1 }9 t+ UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 w; b B5 a; d' Q5 L: [) j5 Y! j% r# Q
/ {: {# F( X7 P* z0 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 i& P1 |4 c' D0 Z4 tHow you suffered for you sanity,( S: c% c- Q( F6 A7 s! M; _
How you tried to set them free,
: X3 [/ N$ `# K" ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
( G \( J1 a5 v8 E( G$ X! L( S% dPerhaps they never will. |
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