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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 g% s/ g8 h. |( h5 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% L! w. y0 h9 ] NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 D G- Q' A- H3 R# s: }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) k7 l9 N) P$ h! b! s2 W# C0 `( P: ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( b6 J# W" h \& O1 I7 o5 `2 N
How you suffered for you sanity, / t n; ^ B; R* |; L" c$ E
How you tried to set them free, . U& U( ^. Z3 t# ]% j( Z* j) }9 [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 S8 f c+ i$ e9 ^ N+ W' j5 u! a) h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 `: x C' F1 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 q) O; G( [" r9 N; B: G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 A/ L9 F3 u, ?3 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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H. f3 t5 u5 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 S1 ` |1 p, ~5 O- D d' U) J2 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( _/ U* b9 T& S. @& ~; b/ t
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / R5 ]3 @/ v/ t* w' C
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 w& J# C! m t1 T: e% L: O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * G& d7 ]( x* y# H$ M
% T; K: @" ?/ f2 xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 T- P, o' s% v0 y( w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! p3 ?9 k4 D0 \6 ]: ?0 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; ]! {1 O1 B& Q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) X& R9 p5 g0 l* UHow you suffered for you sanity,3 M3 u1 t! K+ k$ [; ~. {% g6 ~9 U
How you tried to set them free, 0 b* w1 v: ^* B* d
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 B* C. o( f8 D# I: c- B
Perhaps they never will. |
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