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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; J+ K- P+ l6 Q5 C- q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 ^& L* K6 Z3 s! P7 V4 I, v- _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) z" A' l) n* b/ _6 F( w% C( I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ n' |1 G/ U( G. e- m7 p: K9 @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ }2 i( V0 N; \7 x! P+ Y2 ~' rHow you suffered for you sanity, + F4 K q5 y! P: L0 G" B
How you tried to set them free,
- D ]( D9 i; a: g- D, |: S) v% gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 x! T; x3 e% EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / L. e/ D. G# }0 e3 {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' u; O* w4 }0 M0 A; {6 QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ g( f) Q5 T/ x# X: x$ k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 x8 Z2 x5 |8 w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 k! o) Y7 Z8 K, x8 u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* t3 o4 ?4 i) T* g1 e8 j6 Z4 EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: X# x% I- J5 h+ q$ q/ c9 UBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 z. Q: A2 x3 F2 S3 g( m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) V$ a& X4 X: e9 ]3 L" W; L
) O! R. F1 g% B7 `7 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& _# ^7 W L# L# w# _ W7 A( GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 f( @# h5 G: |2 t3 wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) ]9 T( ?/ R* @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 R, O* N7 f. O5 D" o2 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 M0 Q) h; t- t8 ]0 R, r$ iHow you suffered for you sanity,
. B. f/ l& |, n$ sHow you tried to set them free,
" r7 Q$ _$ S Y' s4 H0 bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 b3 A3 U8 [) u% E" l' LPerhaps they never will. |
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