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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ @5 w' j6 U& a/ L3 mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 D! z' }# t; I6 q. Z% b: A( A! q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 h: N) ^* [+ k) wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 F2 R* r8 u/ i6 c7 VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 A2 r' p0 `8 x& V F& f8 j2 m( A: {
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 i- f9 M/ m- T- G& L& A7 {( c
How you tried to set them free, * [2 u# Q8 d7 Y8 `: ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , C7 E- S/ n C0 t: S# s; B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 ?4 A+ D4 p$ y0 ~0 a8 fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" e9 R7 q$ w4 J6 p! ?3 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' w# t" A2 L3 j/ o$ {) H- v, {. V7 e. GWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " O7 f$ l d1 U/ v9 W+ }( ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 N- P! [, w9 w* o5 a* x2 y$ n8 X& e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 n$ e$ `1 q, j* Y" vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , b P( ]8 D/ S% a5 `6 C0 P
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' r( Q( c- V( C$ J0 j% B+ t, O/ H; ?
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 T2 H' U" c" g, P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 N" f) R5 U- w! ~9 S& DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % R# k# p( h+ I" Y9 e1 U* y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . Q7 m1 A3 M: C, x2 ^% `# W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , H, }! Z1 {, Q0 h9 M) F, ~
) g; s8 N5 W# ]$ F: GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . _) C5 P9 j1 Y: s: e+ k
How you suffered for you sanity,. i& u+ r7 Y+ U% h; s. q
How you tried to set them free, # M0 r1 q1 X& y. m; I) i3 w
They would not listen they're not listening still, * e% b0 b1 U+ Y5 e$ _9 ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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