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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) Y& ~# f9 d! g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 \; }1 A) x2 Y; Y- bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 u2 N- P; L5 X g7 N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" b/ @3 n) y7 o" m+ C& z/ ]. VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# p; r7 d' M. t5 ^How you suffered for you sanity,
3 f# ^) C/ C# m$ u2 h# {9 b- ^$ |How you tried to set them free,
. S! n; h/ o6 Q& }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 R3 Q- l( F2 L0 I6 L# SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* N0 K: d: Q5 O+ xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 x5 \. _! {; U, N1 g* s. e( [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
A2 y6 k+ B( YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 w0 {$ w# ]' w
4 n: q4 j8 J0 V; eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 x1 k. _0 d- q: ]2 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 g3 x( {" A# w+ p. |3 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 R5 x- m% |* N% o0 y. mBut I could have told you, Vincent, : X6 u3 k& }0 a* `. [- [# G. N7 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . I$ d1 W G' ^# v
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - v+ C3 `* W( y _+ |, w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( G. r' F# N6 x& Q' a- P2 s7 pLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 c" ?' A5 n. D. m3 h: ?The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! a7 n" }, T! K, oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / m. {' a7 n- @5 j# U
How you suffered for you sanity,9 a2 n4 {' `, W `3 Y/ P
How you tried to set them free, $ F/ a3 k$ \- p# {
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 i& C: _6 R9 G9 DPerhaps they never will. |
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