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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# O2 d: v @( V5 KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . Y, r) a8 z( \. N: v9 [; }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. n* `1 ~. A& y: q `! g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 X# y5 z# n% J" F( }5 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) L. r8 g9 _" h& u8 `How you suffered for you sanity,
- c1 p$ l q, w2 m4 }How you tried to set them free, / h. ^3 }3 C9 D* ] y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + y/ A; T8 y/ N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' ~ Q- K0 T1 T5 \, }; x2 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ a+ P/ [+ `; T) p) _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ ?9 W- b) B; @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + }7 \/ N3 |# h. Y: w3 W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 }" }* ?. | S9 e8 @- _! r% wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' M8 J% {3 O* b* v: ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: [& M) ]+ g1 O; G3 H2 _4 v" c: QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
9 i; _; ^8 Q% t/ i6 f5 d( BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % c% u: a' ]( I, m5 c! C, X- m
7 u) y H' \9 Y7 D) g! BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 z# l( {5 J* C' _) n" c9 A9 a( W. O
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ m6 \# \* ~) K) ]; E" A& H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 x1 Y) l, g3 C& V, |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! f5 a# j9 P7 S# q) g; G
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * Q- t( i5 Z: B9 Z( p! Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
* L* K+ ], z4 }8 pHow you tried to set them free, , @8 M4 U |/ ^# Q; s- H0 s
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ b @7 R- t% Z# o- DPerhaps they never will. |
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