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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- Q9 ?3 r& s7 b; sLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 j. ?* \ p3 Y7 nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* H- i8 o7 I$ x7 T5 O1 Y' yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % } ~; V3 @; Y" o v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 b. S" O) D( P2 q" V, g4 E
How you suffered for you sanity, : Q2 `5 v$ Z, c, h* |
How you tried to set them free, 3 J% H5 Q7 t8 @# v( p* l; C( z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) ]/ F8 t( l" T/ }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
x" [0 c8 \: r3 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* |) Q' k8 T. t& LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 B% d0 R% D: S, \3 V L' P5 W
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' b, ?; P8 H$ Y7 \+ O( ?) ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! }5 b' p9 A# v7 H) E) F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# e9 C+ p7 i& v; ~2 a( @2 @5 X |You took your life as lovers ofter do, " y) e) G w% \! a2 I
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 y: u" e5 Y' w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / Q* G) ~0 l0 f! }4 x2 Q7 n+ H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 B8 h' j) U1 {4 H3 z5 v3 A KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 z* y# n! l1 t% Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 r1 P8 A# Q( t+ d6 @3 RThe 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,
& u" } Y! M1 m9 m% g NHow you suffered for you sanity,7 G# ~' w3 T! k' f
How you tried to set them free, ' I- M: E) P/ Q" C) G% ~- {* o. Y
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ w3 k0 {! V2 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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