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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 ^6 m8 y: m* U2 p( @% _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 t; H: A Z6 E( C% T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# q; C5 E+ t/ e6 C3 H3 ~4 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 @: [* A/ T9 ?6 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me," k* ~# \1 K" s# J u6 E9 k0 X
How you suffered for you sanity, % Q0 M5 o/ Q2 p; |! A
How you tried to set them free,
7 p4 V, Z. z+ s: @* YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- w" X6 Z6 q1 ]. ^/ hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: h+ {: v" r6 }" O2 p0 kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * h* Y! H* d/ n6 E* N0 e. ^: W+ ]) b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' }$ e3 j5 F9 GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 z; i, m4 t% \8 y8 u7 f3 v5 t
! Q# `. r: F& w" Y) A% d6 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 O ?6 K8 V/ f5 Y" M. |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 Q% o" Y% I+ g* @You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' M( t" Z& U: R5 R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' v/ u) @$ m! X4 DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 D( g% N+ R" C; D; K6 B0 ]" h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' r/ n% p5 w6 q3 C+ |8 E1 v: `, BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ K2 ^4 W( l/ D* J9 N3 hLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 Y% d2 [& M- Z$ D8 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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4 w! @3 z- Q; X9 z6 u+ }6 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 x- w5 ^$ b. } YHow you suffered for you sanity,0 K: I8 d9 g$ Q9 t, a+ K4 X
How you tried to set them free,
# x1 [: F3 e, D# e# `) h8 j# n+ N( [* KThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 f6 U7 t0 k; x q3 s& y$ ~+ g
Perhaps they never will. |
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