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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) P. Z3 s4 i; Y0 s" N' P4 MLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( k3 R% f% D, J$ E4 h# m1 C( ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ A# z+ F2 N; ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; i8 D2 V3 o7 t0 o0 o! S, s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 S. g* i3 P- u( F1 G" l0 d& L
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 C; i" F/ s- f1 n5 {* r: L
How you tried to set them free, : W0 |3 n& U" x( r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 d- {3 q, y& }: F4 x+ _Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 T! v% i0 @& p& t5 p( W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 N$ b b* g- e) c9 F! r9 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* }# ~# K. E! h0 M; w7 sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 b# T& ^# }* Z1 N8 U, uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 z* V0 d. @" O5 |# h2 U2 ?9 n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! k5 s4 n! n- _8 E7 s) f: U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, R9 j) G/ {# l% i; ^* T
But I could have told you, Vincent, : D( @& l) i/ L, P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 z- }1 F) G/ U" `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + Q. B5 }4 C# Y' @' Z/ @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) o4 |, }% K1 K5 z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , Z- @1 N7 Q. i0 j$ G
: t* E" u) D) ~/ V8 `# B2 lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 g2 g/ J. Z. b( \5 g3 e
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 C: `$ e$ p4 X% l; _' W% RHow you tried to set them free,
9 Z: c9 A" t5 ]2 M# {; SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 @/ i. }. f1 y" c1 nPerhaps they never will. |
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