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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 w0 L( e4 v6 r! Z4 V; ^+ mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ |6 P( }& A& N+ K( jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 _4 r. m; N) ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 K* N* L& ?7 {" x5 \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% i, K# H) D# k
How you suffered for you sanity, ; T0 s: H3 H' w: {
How you tried to set them free,
1 ?1 I& ` X' i* r; b) b: [They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " N2 A5 j6 H/ c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & q1 c2 M* E5 Q. v6 Y9 y' ?
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; h& V$ V) I' ^- c- n4 f% SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! ~) P) z' {! s/ g1 [+ Q" hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) ~! N2 F% ~* K5 a: K5 Q9 L, IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 {1 Z v& d; s3 g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
c3 k" B, p5 E. e" iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' b7 S) [4 c0 j+ U1 w9 ]* V3 yBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 o4 d& Y; S f/ E/ A3 O$ wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # h7 S' F5 i8 L6 X' }. m& N
8 x6 W. l9 U3 o: wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 E' a8 Q+ a0 a2 I. x! h, o7 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( f; Y) O3 g$ ^9 \: KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 D0 C/ }* M0 N: `# L0 t5 C) o. i8 x ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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8 V8 h3 t& T7 b- U; |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " H4 U2 {) C. j ?. X9 U
How you suffered for you sanity,) p4 \ F9 a6 V e3 _3 M
How you tried to set them free,
# \* c& y; R. E. `/ ]( xThey would not listen they're not listening still, " c! B( h1 c. T4 [4 f4 ~8 s$ o$ R+ q
Perhaps they never will. |
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