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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. f3 `- b3 T; Y: l+ T! o9 Q3 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * r! y2 U; [8 ]7 O; w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 N5 J7 u+ m8 K% u8 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
G3 a8 D, Z0 w7 u3 q8 v w) ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 C7 g4 @; G) \3 D9 m ?
How you suffered for you sanity, " x) J1 h* x" U" g! Y1 b
How you tried to set them free,
! O* h# L l' @; o8 X, N+ ~: RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. C) [( H4 ]: h& R/ t+ k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' B2 ]% Y! ?0 D" ~$ K+ j2 j) h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * S1 t/ j) p' h! ~) E7 L
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 ?3 k* V2 B, O) l6 B- [. M8 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( n8 [4 w6 O! M4 ^6 w+ NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- @3 C- P- v, b, l; ]1 S! `4 w- XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 @% K, f6 q# [( K5 |7 a( NYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 d4 p6 H4 p; i; h6 Q# X% U
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 {4 Y. A8 e! f$ P# h/ ?" i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. `% R: M( V3 E7 a
4 L: u# e6 K: @2 B" g, s H& E! NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) m" ~$ y2 I/ n, hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, ^. }1 n' Z( f/ s4 cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + S- J# i+ U2 w$ Y+ h) o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : T( z* c* Z/ i' |- n. w! c& w# X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 x1 G! ^, A, U3 z# O8 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
) n9 ?0 O8 H: Y9 ^0 sHow you tried to set them free,
- h+ n, v5 I) e X$ m B; DThey would not listen they're not listening still, }6 m& y) ?9 `4 t
Perhaps they never will. |
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