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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" v+ ?' x9 q- c3 ]1 T2 j+ kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. Z8 a7 m( I3 Y2 h4 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 _$ L0 z2 J% d9 \+ g- i2 g7 _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 I; f" t& u; V" ~$ P9 P3 ^, [# H$ ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 G* h* [5 Z6 Y5 D" D/ j
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 U) ?( d; Z/ o+ \6 O2 q
How you tried to set them free, * Z9 ]8 I3 `9 i; Y3 U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 w2 I3 Z# t x" r* F& a. A: vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* Z$ J+ p3 y2 o" r+ {, h6 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 H B1 m# G# U4 a/ |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ ?3 d- |' s- [% L/ X VWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * }" P6 H m+ y4 E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . p$ R9 o3 z. m, G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 _+ ?& r' |* m! MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / F5 c! P7 r, d4 A) O% K. r% O9 ?
But I could have told you, Vincent, K8 c( [3 R+ W: _' f2 x; u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 u# c/ s/ {) g& B: k
. n; h1 L: r. sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 t" e' h! r; b+ Y# c( t' ?) WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * C& j/ F5 V6 Q' V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ~! R5 b& \! _6 a; |8 C7 o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 b1 _: [" L$ _- f. {1 U' pHow you suffered for you sanity,
. X' ^- r, ~% F& g& ~6 g# y) XHow you tried to set them free, - `/ `7 Z% }* D) G6 b9 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ o/ G% [4 K" V2 i& OPerhaps they never will. |
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