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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 P3 i9 a8 V- e/ W5 K9 s1 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, k+ ]* l, T# A, @/ E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: N2 S; I5 K! n7 W+ p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* D$ b4 T3 R& e5 e2 x- UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* r: ?, a' T; O: m. V0 E+ k7 L8 BHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 o0 K5 p$ X+ r7 FHow you tried to set them free, $ I0 U9 K& B0 [8 o; l) @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 \6 h/ Z! c+ ]. H* T* ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" \6 ^, m, {- j& b5 c" zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 h( J8 G( z( A& Y3 VColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# a, I+ O" p; y2 d% MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: _8 W. S. a, P% R2 x$ M" V/ XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 j/ n# W! o$ Y- k( w7 A4 ~# \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & e; ]' C4 G) n9 H* ?" J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 H5 X/ S) }. P- P: T( q* w: _But I could have told you, Vincent, # G8 ~' |* y# j8 G9 i* u8 `: `% J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 T! E5 G: @: K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 n5 K8 [6 T% _% h& S0 C) lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 h/ z% A2 X, @6 I' J* d9 V4 f% W$ u
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, . K% a/ R6 S( ~5 d
How you suffered for you sanity,) I1 i, ?% x( E0 P3 |: f
How you tried to set them free, 6 ?) J: d' H& i( U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 x% D i9 J8 }) Q5 zPerhaps they never will. |
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