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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, b4 r9 k9 W n! r1 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; Z% z1 \7 i8 ]% F6 ~. n
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ f: V7 e( }* }% Z+ B9 T9 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- h7 f9 F" L' k d+ f& i4 H; QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ N% o k2 Y0 C* N7 I, V% _How you suffered for you sanity, 6 x3 E- F: X. [
How you tried to set them free, 4 o! C7 ?/ `/ m3 v$ z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% R+ B% n1 t+ m4 v. N; DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: r+ A: |0 o+ O7 k8 A; T: C1 P9 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 |/ M! A) K6 X; |$ f. v p6 |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 q' E/ ^, x) \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. u0 ?! K' x/ g9 x% C0 @% uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( y$ t4 R+ ~* z7 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : o& J4 T( w$ b% q& O; w" [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 L9 Q) @7 f- n' ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
T6 L0 ?8 l0 o' D7 |6 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " M, [% D% \2 }6 E! k$ R8 V4 k, G% H
/ F: u4 q. t: E& _. r) W5 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; {$ B7 W( _& aFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - a2 _: j) f; X# q# d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" Y4 F9 l" j6 d2 o* l% L) UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 V# @' ]3 F' [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ r8 O7 B& `( g+ V2 H
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ T8 o, O# z! d; a" WHow you tried to set them free,
+ o& W/ l2 F7 n0 `) OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ k+ z# c" h& Y' b' G+ L" T9 BPerhaps they never will. |
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