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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ N+ f, s. h' O6 s' o: I; Y5 t3 vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 U: _3 e: h/ G4 o" \; j$ o# ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 l% W% a! a+ Z7 rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * g" h( z, n' ]1 u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! j4 ^2 ]5 A \5 ^' DHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 ^7 u0 D0 @( h# e: |$ w* ZHow you tried to set them free,
3 i- L' H0 { t' J8 |' fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / W- a4 H( ^( k+ r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 K; X8 [& _9 h( {6 S/ }1 o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # u' V6 `6 ~ m( Y0 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! E& m$ _$ S7 L3 Q) a* {* lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 u) s+ W+ Y \) V; d
) i) ~, t' D, c2 c8 D' uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) |7 j5 u2 a3 d! e' _Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( a* H. A5 |* F3 d" f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 s' a8 z: J/ Q% C+ y5 \- N. u; \
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 `( t( a9 X' M& {) C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + x, F" p3 @' f$ H' G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. y1 }1 m# i2 s7 o/ ALike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 ~6 F( Z& z3 o F% ~; z }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& w w' g% X+ Y7 a3 LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, & P0 u$ q9 }; q7 @0 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
* Y0 i% n" F4 ^$ D9 M9 T8 aHow you tried to set them free,
( G! m( p/ w, v" W+ |1 d( hThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% }, i! V8 D& \4 T' ?Perhaps they never will. |
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