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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( [/ q6 n F% n4 \- \Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% b/ c5 d# ^; sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. n& ?7 X0 N J" Y W5 ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ U" z" `1 E* ]/ hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 L2 A+ x, y6 I: I
How you suffered for you sanity,
. z. T; n, S8 A6 ~% A7 THow you tried to set them free, 1 o# E& K# v$ [1 n% h: e1 ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % b+ E' k) v& F1 n9 }# b) ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * N2 c# J* J6 q7 u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % N2 V; y2 M2 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) z' T8 H* R+ R7 O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: k5 e) o8 r- k8 c( R- kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / G3 P6 l% ~0 L8 H S z/ z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 F0 _% c W; r2 R! g+ SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 K3 B0 {! G6 ~$ ~1 ?+ j! c: J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, J1 A1 z" r: V2 BThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' n4 ~+ f2 S! C) PStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 o# S4 |( v2 E8 _; }) \/ B6 h8 YFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: N$ r0 b+ Z% k" s! Z5 ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" Z" [% Y- x" M2 i0 S! G" aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % n( s0 B7 w% d N( f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 L/ }( z+ B5 z3 G
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ j, f" n( c! H& ZHow you tried to set them free,
a9 t& X: Y( H$ i3 R \8 u" gThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 f, F2 t) M$ F7 L" P5 d+ m$ n
Perhaps they never will. |
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