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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 j& T2 T, `9 p/ U2 m3 L( X' g$ ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, d: s1 v3 [7 }4 q: o- a* kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! W" X% L3 b4 z* E: |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - ]& K! u9 q, Q% B7 H( q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& F0 ^6 z4 O& JHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 [8 B/ B) l. n* Q. N+ s; O4 ~
How you tried to set them free,
/ j S% F" g, H5 fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. [/ a4 F0 Z3 o3 `& H( m8 |4 Q! R. RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - Y3 M. `$ ]+ W! c+ ^5 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / A0 g! _7 e0 Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
d' A! H& |' ?: qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 t0 v2 ~3 W) a* eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " u+ x( I; [& h4 n% Q( o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' y4 D. T$ D$ yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 _2 ~2 F9 j; f" J! f5 m% DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# x. E& r% J2 ~. V' rThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : Y/ _3 \# `, H- B) {- N; i5 _/ M% ^8 c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, B9 V0 {% Y4 T) V; C. h, g- k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) y3 B! b* `2 d+ C/ F1 x/ D- Y6 xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& s; {4 J9 [2 l! V7 LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * K2 U* z6 Z1 }+ B
$ C9 E+ n+ d2 G3 S5 D/ VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# z' M/ O, f7 j# E1 \How you suffered for you sanity,9 J6 e( X8 e) @2 e5 _, U
How you tried to set them free, # o' [ Q6 ]9 y: {) [- U5 p
They would not listen they're not listening still,
( u& B3 O: c5 _+ e" v/ A( S& aPerhaps they never will. |
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