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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 M/ k- ~* W$ R3 H7 e) {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) E6 ?! A& ?& q7 f7 ?# NShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
r) j2 R& L6 D$ RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% z8 T. l- [# ^( I9 v% @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( X; f1 ?/ D. M8 W: Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
; r. u7 d+ L. u8 r2 g- u4 CHow you tried to set them free, : X7 t# f& g o6 r6 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" e6 R; U$ M' G2 QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % E/ D8 D5 `) t ?$ [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 M' ^7 j( E" M J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' i) _0 |9 l" _, r. e/ i6 P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 Y4 ?8 Z* M8 m' X7 G7 C3 ?6 z/ LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 o0 ^; o) A1 n( [* `$ a
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! ]/ L, `' y* ]- \; m* M' iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& N; n5 s9 T% J7 h1 W- wBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. J! B/ E' D$ N! g. i* oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + B: V" `7 {, r }+ v; V" X4 C
- v2 C' [& t+ I# o+ R9 S/ CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ L/ Y w/ a* |" N, _. g$ PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, K- N* f7 v; s y9 dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! | o! O" |) @; R- z3 k& }2 i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( g& M) h# u& q" \/ j2 B
6 l) K- ?* O; S# iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( q3 ?: \0 R! i% M
How you suffered for you sanity,9 \* O- n1 e4 y* ] f+ c; ~3 r
How you tried to set them free, ! w4 }' M* A, a0 u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) f3 `. o8 F. N; p% S+ k7 yPerhaps they never will. |
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