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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 ?; F' \4 v; v* D: ~) @, w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 h. V) v5 T! m, R5 Y6 U/ H
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 |) `: Y3 J: f0 i4 R! ` T; vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, _% j1 }# n% `; L( }( XNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ I/ a2 o- d" {4 `5 i" aHow you suffered for you sanity, * ]" M% O3 c% n2 p
How you tried to set them free, 3 A% E; }7 m: {8 O/ D
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 {2 `& P7 O9 j( N- L% v. g/ qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
T/ b2 g* X% H5 SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " @$ h1 X1 T2 b1 [9 O1 g; S3 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % `7 M8 o, ^8 x4 q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 r. ?! Y" Z4 t d/ a
! N+ B8 L5 o! H/ {% R) JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! i9 q" g; D( Q" t5 |2 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 k/ J, ?2 ` \- g2 mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 W! J$ ^. Y6 A; y& m" z/ u4 \# w
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# ~2 C \: m" o1 VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ \3 U( ]( ~7 q0 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' q7 e1 x, A n6 x5 M+ h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , N' i" c4 R c7 m4 F, {1 k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ }- j, d% D! zThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , A) N: E% s& ?6 {- @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 U9 S% a. `) {/ c
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 w, O0 ?8 B/ t0 N7 rHow you tried to set them free,
|, h+ t* B2 j) D2 Z" h! k% DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
0 r% w5 z$ S( L3 OPerhaps they never will. |
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