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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 D5 V- V% K* ?: ~( \8 ]. a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 V w) `1 W9 C( T) {! B# M9 C
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. ]- r7 O5 M6 I2 ]5 [0 B5 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ v: z9 M* w7 B1 F$ }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ P s8 K" M% }: @/ v/ w3 G% k( M( e
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 f! R8 c {1 O7 @9 VHow you tried to set them free, ' w( G6 q ?% T0 E4 K5 c# ]; X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 q5 U& }. }8 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 B) j1 b. v% P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , h5 Q$ l; a2 Y* }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / \( M% H3 Q2 K& l. }4 I7 h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' w% R' T7 H4 }# Q i# k
+ ~+ c( l2 E7 l4 @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 g! b; m$ f' p1 o- OAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ f8 a) {: A0 o& r4 r& ^+ r/ F7 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 L& @+ m3 n" X. I) R# K
But I could have told you, Vincent, , }# Z0 {3 R) j2 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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4 Y0 k/ x: _9 A- t. [4 zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 m( ?1 \! S+ k" G0 w1 C( H2 J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, p* M& Q; m4 m/ XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 v- A k4 Q8 j1 Y' \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( Z3 Q0 ~( X# d6 p. h& o! t7 UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% m7 k9 {( d/ c$ O$ Y% UHow you suffered for you sanity,
N* _3 a0 a% q. c! L# rHow you tried to set them free, 5 j) }/ R9 \4 p, T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& ?3 H8 [9 R) r% I' oPerhaps they never will. |
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