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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : Q! T1 ]" F+ m3 u5 `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 X# R" }7 y; {+ a/ J) _/ T6 |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; D" C! ]! y# ^: Z; UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! l6 y4 o7 P# F; h" lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 f+ z6 _7 b7 \How you suffered for you sanity, 5 D) l( R/ s& t9 t& x1 C. f
How you tried to set them free,
, V4 @# I( ?/ f: Q0 m A5 ^- P2 }( }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 T2 |; o& J3 m( G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 F( N* w) b) \( x; D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 N8 o6 d8 \9 ?' R) KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" y2 J7 o% l, |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) K, r! e* A; S, U7 _; j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 F' b7 P0 P1 `- K1 `/ i/ r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& V4 ]* N2 K M* h( k9 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 K7 i' v5 b! H. [1 uBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 s' E8 S$ F. x+ x, X1 T, O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 ]* [, ]8 y( H9 Z$ ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( n [1 c' x3 ~( x' V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' @, O1 o0 N8 NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / C$ d3 I. m: R" P
7 R: \1 M* p$ ^ o6 |5 _; bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + v1 I2 c6 T% N0 u
How you suffered for you sanity,5 l. o6 o) n* d( l/ B" B- p
How you tried to set them free, , H. g8 \# @6 f+ l2 z; Z* Z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" j! N6 a/ w- z6 ]" E1 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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