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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; ` {2 @+ Z. W$ p, _( tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( K5 F R9 x7 N% FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 I8 B- ?$ D; C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 l r; ^! L: |0 H; M7 {5 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
% [3 z1 Y. w$ l: j7 U7 UHow you suffered for you sanity, & c; T) R$ n/ S. P
How you tried to set them free,
" E6 B9 P( C) [: U% e% rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . F7 m" p4 h$ f6 ?# u, W% |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 X9 O# D$ W5 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - Y6 e) m$ i; [( E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 W" q; y1 _$ B; m5 D3 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * S5 ?. W: u' S4 m S& N& x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 U4 h, f, h6 [- {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" p2 M4 e- ^6 g# f1 \, E7 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 E# R; a3 l% l+ d# _* [5 _- WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' g) o. ?+ ]+ p( uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 Y7 X5 i4 o T( G1 k I5 |
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, p+ d; A# j/ B" @8 T1 {- i/ U, T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 @) }3 C7 @. a9 `/ h7 f# ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
}, w$ w0 O9 Z' O. ^, w" u4 [( p2 zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % X0 ~* K6 g" N' E
# c3 V! C2 x1 x3 G- @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 o: ?. F9 g9 F* B
How you suffered for you sanity,! N0 r ^! E; A& b6 @
How you tried to set them free, 1 d g, G1 A c( b% x* h- I; n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" o ^% R+ f) s- @4 h' ^Perhaps they never will. |
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