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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 v/ q. A5 D* V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * e2 C& z/ O7 H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! P# g5 a. A7 l* v4 c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 o- t8 c! \$ v4 @- l. ~7 N7 n8 N. jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 B U3 o d7 u) w, E% DHow you suffered for you sanity,
' J7 ~0 c. ^0 e9 |How you tried to set them free,
7 }5 T4 h8 Y5 l$ a6 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , _ M6 G' x/ ]' D/ }8 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' o. @; m p# }3 e; U" ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
p4 R1 H+ `4 a+ h5 Q. {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 }- w" H' {6 `, P2 _. P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - [3 c J1 P9 \
# u3 Q+ k4 b& K# Z/ QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) p7 y4 g0 d' VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 `) u* N# B' U/ r8 r! s- V- w% ]You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) g I0 _5 r ~8 ~$ d. ~8 U
But I could have told you, Vincent, . g( L9 w1 } m# i! `# N
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# r$ i# j1 W# q- U' m, gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 n8 A' X' {0 x& U9 q8 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 S% b! l/ n; W: }: O$ XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : i% _, `* N: X/ w5 E2 h- H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! b9 {/ d: D Q8 O0 l" k/ TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) n+ ?, g6 i, W# l8 {1 DHow you suffered for you sanity,: K+ N# F8 v; {/ l
How you tried to set them free,
5 p# v3 k/ f; g8 A! y+ D1 I( mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- s. H& z7 j/ N5 G C! CPerhaps they never will. |
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