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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % D2 \; p6 n- N) f/ y+ ^, {
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ O7 J7 i" S7 ?( ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- w! f. y' i! i) W' ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 u6 O5 [8 n _ f5 f9 }# A6 c) KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 Z9 u* B) w, }: f' KHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 W+ j' S7 w/ H' k( H n4 b5 ]How you tried to set them free, " a* h1 J4 {: g$ L/ Q" { X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ h) r9 x9 N) T, a% t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 M1 L8 l) D: C3 g# F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . f1 g, E1 w. o7 p7 g5 P# ^
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # N! b+ q8 d1 V8 `: x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 V0 P! `- [. p) C+ t
5 H! u3 Q' s' f8 T e" {1 ~6 C8 AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; I+ d# `& \5 X: l: {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( u d$ ]6 i0 s7 X( ]+ M3 v0 Q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ ~# B6 J( H3 ^' B3 Q* n; eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ f* S/ s; c1 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 q2 t( y' Q, r/ O
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" A, H+ D8 T( e3 Z, V: L* EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . ^- h# o+ ~! l! `% I t0 z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# K2 W; q* t, b3 U8 M! oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 ~5 q R8 R" p% O$ E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* v4 Y9 L+ `# @# S% o4 SHow you suffered for you sanity,0 Z. n4 e; U r0 N1 f, T
How you tried to set them free,
% z8 B& Y6 e+ {6 L5 \2 n- y4 T3 G- e( xThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 \- f; ?; y/ gPerhaps they never will. |
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