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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 m1 a3 r/ s z$ V. S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* v" `; |/ e# |9 HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 ~% V7 C, l$ @$ x; N) u- K1 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 ?# ^* \- c/ o- @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. ~. W( m, W3 ^ r
How you suffered for you sanity,
' w; F5 G6 z! `/ LHow you tried to set them free,
5 Y( S C) r, s, }- BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' k9 p( m# @9 s: W1 M" A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; r' Z1 u( f! m; ~, @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! [3 j* F4 |+ u0 a) CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # L0 X" L5 H' D/ x" Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 d! V- Z2 P9 Q! R) j9 \8 l/ c3 s1 r3 y
1 e4 t+ U" k& X& [For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 x( {+ E! ?8 E" K+ G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 T* S0 d* z1 _& v1 l- |You took your life as lovers ofter do, M, y N/ q6 I) r
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ x: A/ F8 z. [$ f( A* v! J& ? ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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$ K u7 C& W; h! }; [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 |* Y4 z6 ]: ?& @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& d0 q8 v. ^3 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& [! ]+ F9 W3 H9 @9 r$ P5 o2 S7 xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " E3 {" Q1 Y! V& ~% Z
. T6 L! f5 X' \$ \8 _3 M" ?9 TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 d# _# B9 ~ [* y# {0 PHow you suffered for you sanity,3 B! P6 C, e& u. i- k. ~/ X3 ]
How you tried to set them free, 4 u6 S3 U, p2 |: p/ X4 ]1 Y5 _
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& \) T; j4 D0 Q2 x! {Perhaps they never will. |
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