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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, m. Z6 Y9 F0 w% n( p# BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # B9 Y5 W& {+ {- g2 u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. X" v( }9 a# t; }- D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & @: A: u' ^9 q( s- ~' c9 v E2 |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 \- n+ |4 Y: h+ q
How you suffered for you sanity, , z2 d6 n) e- A! I1 }3 a
How you tried to set them free,
1 \1 v5 P" b5 [) @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % t; y4 `& ^# t$ O7 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 T# k4 N) |1 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % j, p% r. e' |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, w. s8 u9 e0 c( Y2 k( h( u1 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " |* c5 ?+ F# C" a# \
- S2 [7 Y7 b8 |% K' {; ~7 y3 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 |& o' |* a& I! aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% t2 F- b! a; A6 j2 z" \( i* yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" j. L; P- b; A& e' w& ~But I could have told you, Vincent, / d, _+ @: r; _. y0 V6 c0 E: Z' p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" L' s( A5 W; ~: m) R4 q0 rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# e/ l+ R* l5 l6 e5 UFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: c' b$ w& ? x# K) x) cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 j/ O9 T/ l& o* M' d2 ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / H& q: I6 U. m9 v5 X6 N. w1 N
- d( r: N' i: P3 G1 @4 i1 lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 n7 }( }: k& E# a
How you suffered for you sanity,1 A# M4 B' h* o3 j
How you tried to set them free, / T1 k) c b" R2 ^2 I
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 Y# ^" {4 J+ I% {
Perhaps they never will. |
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