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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* g/ g8 r: b8 b+ ^, i& y. E9 x) ELook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 f1 U% A3 c$ \" C, b, b! D) ^: @Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' w0 t# B% Q" D) U4 C$ J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + X# y4 i" A9 S0 J- [9 j) \: f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 j% ~9 B$ {% H* n$ K. h0 XHow you suffered for you sanity, * c3 p4 ~( w. }* b
How you tried to set them free,
# F7 a; P( t n* ]8 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . E" o( Q+ @. m. @7 E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & ?! \6 b7 G$ h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( @4 a, a( e5 [7 @" s _# A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ z( P$ y9 x/ g$ n) xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + c: d. l' {" s; Z. }: D
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% s% p# c) j q) C' g1 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 u+ f( z/ g5 k4 D$ R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( u) i" a4 d& d9 B k8 Z+ V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
v0 c) C# w4 G! f6 DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ j$ C* \- X0 W! |$ X5 Z; @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' k% p! {5 f0 y+ n z- nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! k+ l8 P( X7 z2 P1 J$ f5 W. WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " E0 ?8 p- P7 E, E# [7 f2 x" e5 `! A
( {: }" {: L6 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& @ n% I) v3 A7 g/ k" ZHow you suffered for you sanity,9 p6 \/ \: U9 y6 V; z- h0 T- n
How you tried to set them free, 8 V: Y& @, y/ `$ k6 y i/ B1 L
They would not listen they're not listening still, # @& `6 i K! }1 X& \# @
Perhaps they never will. |
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