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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 v3 y% V2 X4 N+ M1 J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 a; u; B1 s7 {/ O3 D+ j7 O$ F; t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 \; R" g, ?. Z& i2 O. `' S8 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 T; |, @+ o/ RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- J8 }1 a) |% Y& N; D" @' d( y
How you suffered for you sanity,
# w$ q$ Z5 D" X9 q3 GHow you tried to set them free,
5 |, O5 E- F: O& c* p+ Q" UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 |4 {$ n: {" D. C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' O- |, X/ o3 C# @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 q- h" d* |- F# OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 p/ M, u( N3 [0 b8 J3 b! [# uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % |* n# X4 }# O# e
! f. |8 o# |2 o' `' a/ oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 l4 w9 i* X' T6 ]/ H9 f: Z1 u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . y3 z3 {0 D. y! ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 c/ U* q- K+ w v% [8 t# H, qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- c3 z/ g0 n+ ^) O: e: r; z" hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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v) x! [4 H# x WStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 ^$ q7 n8 D/ U/ @) H+ C0 g3 K+ ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# H4 A# ?+ l5 C- tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- \8 x% y. M# ]1 P+ j/ HThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - Z8 ~8 B3 s9 l0 ^: `9 k' A7 N
How you suffered for you sanity,( k- O0 h) ?7 O' ~! g' e" {
How you tried to set them free,
& ~! t! ^3 V5 x8 JThey would not listen they're not listening still,
|0 a U3 ^. Y0 s/ P& Y8 PPerhaps they never will. |
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