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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# G4 y0 @. `6 X- a& r: R6 s# R: uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) B" y2 E, P W2 G! M: K6 G$ F: \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 z: E/ p; z! k( c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 H, b& {: {- V- [9 r0 v1 c2 HNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
( M! O s$ l0 E) w3 [0 h6 gHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 q& G; b8 ^# Z% L- Q& k; HHow you tried to set them free, . I* c; x; B3 P* A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: @: G& s2 ]7 b! E" dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " k- m; ~5 \- ` E" B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 o2 s0 d# T( L8 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* z( ?2 x z4 F" n) tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& X' V. ~7 [: c2 zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % _! X4 Y+ W, |7 k# T2 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( J! W! \, h0 ~0 i- \7 J7 @You took your life as lovers ofter do, % }5 m( D, ?) S+ E3 D: F
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 @' r; _! j' S+ I5 t; N( oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / r/ v( N m6 h/ ^: l U" E: s
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ x3 U4 E. R, f- Z0 O( T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 t% S/ p D9 A' n( u& g5 H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" q, d' K5 A3 X; A R- eThe 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,
. F7 ~7 ^' J R7 S# L& {How you suffered for you sanity,) p$ z0 s3 }) d, x
How you tried to set them free,
7 W0 F5 u* Q8 j! c6 t3 s: ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, W4 k$ i5 X, i* h+ `: n7 l, wPerhaps they never will. |
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