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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. f" h9 G4 u7 M! h# c+ vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 E E$ Q' p$ I+ L; \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 B0 Y/ ~' n' {+ Y8 p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# F7 C6 F" |3 |+ X' ~2 iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,% w# a) Z% U3 v! U9 \
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 R! q- J* {: X
How you tried to set them free, 1 l! v t, i! ~4 m. l' |) _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) H8 z& H# R; b/ `8 S9 i+ |1 g4 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 t4 q% e6 P" D) _6 xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " k+ U+ p) }% D& _4 L3 ]4 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 R% c/ ]# ^& v" n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ Q1 n1 k- f- j0 j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) D! v. R' t( M/ ?7 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# l' L/ o) X- lYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; ~- J0 o3 ]- d! I; I* Z3 X) YBut I could have told you, Vincent, . ~4 @& y/ s% \. o4 @0 o( [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 n. t+ o. }6 s' X# J+ y. Q
3 I) d& ]( f+ u; q) `# F/ I3 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 }% N' e. j/ s1 q& L! L x qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 J" ?- h$ P7 Q" I3 X% z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 h. y. D, c# T3 \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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, t) J$ i2 F4 [' N' m8 l% TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " P* [ G6 {' x6 z6 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,9 ?$ Q3 R. F' W" S% A
How you tried to set them free,
3 M7 `- L+ E, Z- D6 _1 r1 ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
; _+ F, `( u9 l4 r' sPerhaps they never will. |
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