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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - K& L+ p+ y3 J2 f3 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 N `' y3 V, x. b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ ]4 `3 W- X9 v& i- [9 J) P, k5 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. Z/ e$ ~) O N9 U* w, N/ ^: n, U+ r4 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ V2 P; ~2 {6 B* L; p
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ V% v: [: \& b4 r& ]/ [. S1 cHow you tried to set them free, ; O2 z, ~5 m: f6 D8 N' f/ N, n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 U1 L7 D+ S$ S. S3 z9 x9 i! j& @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 |- o- M: u, d8 n6 ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + Z0 |8 h. u n" }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 x* F1 N3 A0 S9 vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 V! U6 K8 ?. z, _
2 J/ ]3 H3 o" HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ @8 ?! u& R9 F# D1 o# nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - D6 Q3 _+ A8 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& [$ F7 E5 ~$ y) H l7 RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: j, m- t4 W. m( F! L GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 C6 w! ` t3 x5 {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 ?% v6 K$ ]" y. K. xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. S+ P7 _! _. ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 F! Q2 Y( p2 b* T* ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 E L; h3 e0 _0 h
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . A) `$ W+ ]+ R' d, _
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 S; L4 \) D% `0 q3 T; HHow you tried to set them free, - a+ a3 {! h. w
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( U# C0 n- X0 c4 \3 ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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