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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# ~* B+ H+ r3 B C- @5 g! ?" K* HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 ]- K. L9 q, [5 U. k9 l1 {Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, I+ O6 l5 s, @6 e) I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" P6 v" T4 Q! {# Q- \7 l2 NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 b6 S+ y# S% e( `
How you suffered for you sanity, ; r3 y, E4 o, T v
How you tried to set them free, " [9 x+ E8 ]' W# V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. A, Q) t' ~! f1 r" h1 B& nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. @) i. Y! ^8 t' B( rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 k8 r6 T6 B( v: S8 k% y; PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 v. m( l& V$ ]) M) b. wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& z4 O- L2 W2 W' k; O' ^For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 k: p. U( A1 J! RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * J4 b- b. S# R# ^9 i; m8 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 f7 I+ z, J4 u7 `2 B
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! H' F! s1 J- L" U, d" @/ M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# P8 g/ q' ^; } h4 S( r4 ^9 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * y, K+ h% R9 x! @" X5 R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - Y+ b% Y5 c$ U5 A+ t2 U8 r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 V# x; M# e( V! z y/ _: [9 f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 o" J: @& j ]' K- O# |+ w9 K, p
9 B9 ?# `' P5 n0 h t6 {9 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ R% d3 o: x6 R6 \/ @; @ iHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 o6 r& S$ a( `, MHow you tried to set them free,
. L, Q8 k4 K, C; Z3 g) c% S7 B. r: F5 ^They would not listen they're not listening still,
: a5 c$ }+ u' Z5 I! OPerhaps they never will. |
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