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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! T8 S+ U- N4 d3 s9 p! d7 nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
y `2 d% ~$ b6 d1 T) I; tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! U' |$ F2 Y7 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / h& _' v! }+ Z' ^* I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- G# L! \$ }8 |# T5 h, q; f4 tHow you suffered for you sanity,
) A& u1 {4 I8 }9 w$ U; ZHow you tried to set them free,
5 s* l1 W+ J+ b% H8 T. AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 w; N/ W$ v" i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ q7 ~; o& s7 y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : ~. v$ w! M2 ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, n6 M2 z, j6 m TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 {% F0 L1 D, r, \! W% lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 H. `) f8 y2 {6 y6 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) {! J% R. p. {$ m! {: I" vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 _; w! N$ `' g" ]2 A
But I could have told you, Vincent, " X' a( W3 H7 ^5 z# a0 x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 r+ m. H6 v8 N6 L) o6 [
" O$ s6 _" h1 T4 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" L6 N3 a3 w0 |$ \' P( ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 C* t% j8 q& G" ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # ]1 Q1 Z% }3 r/ w( X9 I0 p
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,
/ f) f% E( A' oHow you suffered for you sanity,. G7 J" A, g- [0 E
How you tried to set them free,
* b: a8 Y' s0 k; i2 aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# a8 }; I0 A( b! P( b5 N5 ]% XPerhaps they never will. |
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