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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# d: f, |& {2 f% YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, [$ h6 W8 U4 `. L" I% D0 N# y: oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& ]8 r+ K. Y7 Y$ Q w" kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 y$ ]( d- Y! _9 r- p3 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% h/ c% ?( A/ Z" w0 Y: T. RHow you suffered for you sanity,
! |* Z: x7 N4 @/ k3 C2 n1 qHow you tried to set them free,
# C2 x5 L2 y2 z2 wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ f5 u( u6 C; w% r( a0 r" U) p# `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , U. _3 [1 Y' f2 x' T* q( L8 O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) c7 h9 |+ K bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 ?, e3 i2 V$ O4 zWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 k# I, D$ t! U, K# Z
* e" U& m- I1 y3 ]& u4 [0 X2 Y$ SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " J9 ?: ]! M3 \# B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 c4 |2 c: p& A6 x% s' z+ SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & ~; l4 D1 P1 _% X; e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 k4 l6 \) t+ Q/ Y/ h3 A+ FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . A* x( A4 S7 q0 ?& U0 S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
H- o1 {! P* R' H( m4 |7 K6 O" ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) h2 n. \) U& s+ D6 Y5 t; e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 a N& ^4 Q' K7 Z# ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . K! X% x6 {+ a8 H0 L7 `8 n
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; a2 F9 y, u( q2 C6 N' t$ x$ z
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ f: S# G) z) Z7 m" kHow you tried to set them free, 8 K, t- Z4 t2 `) ~( z2 k
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) h7 d# L9 s/ p8 L h4 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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