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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
R2 p O8 K+ e z* [/ b1 b/ BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' w+ U& A8 e! V r8 Y. S2 Q0 e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 v; v# s5 M3 y$ T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( V1 f3 M3 J# Y: J" }: i
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! ^' I. w3 e, O' g1 a% RHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 g0 k2 Y. q% M2 s
How you tried to set them free, 9 u5 C3 U) \$ ]4 H, F+ @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* j" p' F/ H) ~! M- V! O# ~9 b6 ^7 }Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ `+ n' e6 ~3 G6 c5 }$ Y: O$ jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' I; `/ ?; s; v$ c* g2 D: q0 g7 w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 [& D) ]5 A! {$ C; Z% M: uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: t9 t, t; \3 f, g) ?% P! A( {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! h0 C- @! E$ X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ W: `; O$ R7 u' K2 z$ ^7 F. I' W# SYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. h: ^; v8 t+ p$ J4 kBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 m" N/ q4 p6 O/ v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: j9 _! f; c# I3 A3 [9 KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% ^: o7 A: o& F X! D' sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 f1 X: h: w) `5 C5 _. L$ cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 P2 |8 d3 C1 _( c9 q) @. W
% Y. ^1 H u' G: }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- u. g& e% w- f$ c4 w9 C% oHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 u4 M& n+ [+ R3 O, l3 s0 {7 G: CHow you tried to set them free,
! O1 f: ~0 X: }' i8 \# lThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; A6 A; [/ S& H$ ~9 X" G, c
Perhaps they never will. |
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