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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ O; M5 {7 H9 D1 [" r1 W, ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ ~* ~+ x/ ~6 f! g" ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
D9 U: O$ R' R5 Q% rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 B1 Z: | z" `1 Y7 _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 V: R: Q2 O% h) A# r6 b3 j. b) k
How you suffered for you sanity,
! J8 ]. W! r' j5 gHow you tried to set them free, 8 h! J) p6 F7 C4 ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ a: y! y- |* i, i- @. fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 d2 t5 x, ~ O0 h% O7 P2 L$ |7 CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % Q+ b6 N0 p" ?" X/ n( T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , V, @8 L% \" S/ i" \$ y3 Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) I& H# \0 t" `" E6 p' w/ ?5 \9 V; eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . m, w% _- H" R8 x- ]$ g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
K7 f% ^* M& S7 Z0 x% IYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! a& m v Y8 J: D. D/ BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
m: P9 |/ h4 x: r2 z, bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. _! _5 ?' K% M# L9 P/ N v: f6 M! ?7 ~
* e- V. D+ ^+ R; ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" C, }2 m5 s+ O) I2 t0 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , R$ U: Q6 C: v8 ]0 Y* n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' q# j) ` d X: g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 m% m1 d5 d% P# r. ]0 Y$ nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 F8 N6 ?5 Q7 u( L2 P3 ~How you suffered for you sanity,2 e" H! ^) r) g2 z
How you tried to set them free, " m `6 g9 u4 j$ q7 N) ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# `9 q1 K) C8 k9 ~# L5 o4 lPerhaps they never will. |
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