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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% Y3 Q4 ?- e( L" wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, D: @' R: r! C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* e' F0 i( K/ t& S2 C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 ~+ @0 a# z* P+ \" C. }7 |+ N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# o: Q7 K0 B5 T1 h) u% e
How you suffered for you sanity,
: D- u, ]* K2 S/ mHow you tried to set them free,
) j( `; y( F' a* i3 NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 x b' Z( W: O) DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) J. K+ W0 p4 n+ j4 U( z8 |) T* _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 |& r1 }" l% {& G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ L( W9 ^# x$ t, f2 |$ c7 B, e- fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 E" A5 t2 z8 p" Q/ a% h, b0 F( j
. O X; T4 C0 K4 R( P7 @5 hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 {4 _+ E( Y( ]4 k3 V7 H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- ^! y/ Q- h% pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 Q( l+ S2 q5 D$ g% S. w
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' i8 s4 y$ d9 h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. }, u$ {6 ^6 x4 F; z8 W+ ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 ]" E" h- o0 C8 G3 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 S9 U' L+ w( h8 h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 |/ N) q2 ?- S* ]8 V% Y) P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% t9 J' } p3 |$ W, _. gHow you suffered for you sanity,5 s# O0 H+ x3 x) u& v
How you tried to set them free,
" S! [0 ?! N7 w- Y- e4 jThey would not listen they're not listening still, # @$ }8 \) U( E- X4 ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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