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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, P: k# Z/ C: u2 qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 l1 S) O9 k6 ~6 ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& B4 s0 [0 m, M' a5 u4 X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , Z1 R1 W8 ]; U5 e$ q- V1 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( d/ s; r9 h4 \5 n! r$ D; P4 N
How you suffered for you sanity, E$ b! G- t% h7 U$ w" b
How you tried to set them free, / p6 K V# v/ `% y0 [& {+ Z6 X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, b2 d6 p: {$ n! V' AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # P6 z& _/ X, `+ i/ V: X4 a' v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " o3 C* r" x, X1 z+ w, N' J& b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # ?8 Q0 i+ ~8 ]) {1 b0 n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % B& D: T5 v% C; T
+ y8 ~% E& j7 z& S( yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 e; S3 q9 M9 |; V/ I: d' W7 }3 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 }$ M( O" l/ A' @' l, p% @ ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 Z! E9 m7 Q7 T7 KBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 [1 N7 E& m9 O; V) x
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 Q9 B8 z, v& E* J, b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 n* h5 {" ?, e' _) }2 A: wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 [/ _( R/ V0 r* o' D/ @' z5 K3 k! t, J: h
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 e* F; I7 j. | Q; T3 f$ T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: d$ h2 ~/ a% E9 r5 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + f4 q# d* c3 q
How you suffered for you sanity,
; w& h) A. u1 U+ Q( R/ u- KHow you tried to set them free, & J$ e. a/ W2 K0 f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 H5 r( {7 C) E6 Z5 Z! G: m8 u. C. APerhaps they never will. |
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