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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, k: Z2 @4 a- D& _$ c0 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + h: [! O3 {/ J) Y9 c; M) U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 \0 l1 B2 n1 uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* [3 E1 K# Y' v# Q3 o4 Y9 _Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 Q8 x3 _" ~2 j: `5 @How you suffered for you sanity, 0 k( Y; n- n: K4 i. M
How you tried to set them free,
+ e3 N M3 Z# h4 k% T6 G nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 `# F0 N/ M, z% P! @. ~ B4 \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 N: I- G' h; ^+ ^+ i8 \" iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 {. @* d/ d: H3 I5 O. hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 N& a. x% V) w- R, B6 LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , H0 ]' W+ q/ R- Q+ F" J% ~" h
+ T) W, N$ f1 u4 w, U+ t! ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. M0 v, ]: L8 L: i$ Y# LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, @# N$ L# J- ?- i# N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 B( z% t: V9 m0 Q. y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 p: d# t4 g/ U& R0 d: TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . `) u* b& q7 D2 k
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & @( j4 n& v1 \/ z& J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " s: X) W- A0 c( {6 C+ \3 D1 W8 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% x+ X L" e: n3 m" M0 TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 o5 \ J7 k( ^4 U$ ~0 S& X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : A1 N9 f. f! |5 ]% Y; I" c
How you suffered for you sanity,. A, e3 ]0 B( K1 }* x. @
How you tried to set them free, + B: }4 Z' R& }: \- C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ p% m% [. P$ @( B6 }Perhaps they never will. |
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