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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # T+ B/ }: R6 f3 i9 B- N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. K, U. _+ b* e- G) VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# V; f3 }% G& Z1 ^+ y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" o- X2 M7 g; F. {2 W4 F6 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me," S \ b/ N* \+ ?- [2 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
" S7 w5 b; b: A" y4 O# k9 |How you tried to set them free, 3 e$ H2 ?' j% t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , n4 ]% Z8 X# @: S7 C4 W& h" r, D/ A* O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' s7 f3 p' K) [2 i/ h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( i+ V1 i( I5 {* A9 i6 G( @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 N* [% b( y9 ?2 g" DWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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. j& {( n' j$ n0 tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. U" M7 B6 y+ x2 QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 q1 |$ V( Q8 ?- wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 ] Y- j' r; [. j3 t* n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ I/ Y) [8 z$ \This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . E# ?* H) c9 R
7 c8 }: p8 ~) O$ X4 i. TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 G8 @% ~2 J0 T! |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 D4 ]0 P+ Q4 D5 jLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " t; Y# n9 d/ c% T5 h8 y% J4 D z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; [' B! @5 h# @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# P! x/ r& g: w& ]% O' a* q! ?How you suffered for you sanity,
+ W- q6 ?- Z/ h: k4 Z) `; L- VHow you tried to set them free, ' p# I' A) C, X4 h8 ]1 E. H
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 i! j2 N0 o _0 X* k
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