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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' H# Q: r' b3 ^: }4 ?/ t( n c5 \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % |9 v$ D, }$ R, l I: l
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ a3 D" b! _, k6 z @* U. i( r& n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
r6 @3 o& H1 k: Z' U8 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 g% M$ {& {+ C, ]# g& h3 G' w4 f- {
How you suffered for you sanity,
U, d$ d8 q! e L9 YHow you tried to set them free, $ |4 W) K! i5 a$ b; g- p7 R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( v5 b6 k( d9 Y7 h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 Q7 Y+ H' z7 J9 t* }" U8 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- a4 H- M7 S4 P& bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 l/ r% S7 G* K" }Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 ?% K2 Q3 a# w) J+ J/ LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ ^0 i$ _! D3 CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 O7 \/ A0 P! X9 v) d! k; |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 r6 Y! G: z6 {
But I could have told you, Vincent, - c4 N1 A: {+ @8 ]$ \, }
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( w8 \$ Y+ q* D s! r* w J
( r* f! X2 W2 `! z, ZStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 k/ x4 ]6 e' [/ u* SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 y% N9 d( G! Q5 |, O% F+ S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 R0 o. O$ V+ b* c9 I3 S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 |$ o" B1 c+ ~% j/ i# vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ O2 i$ i0 ^4 L. X. R* d+ M* ^How you suffered for you sanity,
# P: |7 W/ N1 _" j4 YHow you tried to set them free,
8 y1 P8 T- p. I1 N2 iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" L) b% A5 @ r* x: G9 D0 cPerhaps they never will. |
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