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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 `8 Y0 B0 p+ J. z8 x: E/ d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " }) m6 ~/ p0 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& }5 y" W! R5 Z8 Q+ U8 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * r! U6 `1 A- c- W; E- d) Z9 b
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' d/ B+ D( }4 y( Y1 E f
How you suffered for you sanity,
- _4 d4 i7 e' I, l# Q: @; E7 v8 ]5 XHow you tried to set them free, ; m/ D7 b! ~) }: ]2 C' B
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . Q; q7 t! @6 J) [ S3 y/ T$ ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / w q2 r, r4 g8 o/ x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + @+ ~! g, S; R% u. z0 f: w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # I2 g2 u5 r) ?: ?; ], ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " V5 D/ j: [' b: _
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, # {! h5 x' M" `9 r! J7 n- J
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " S& M( a; o; X" ?9 O) p7 T7 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + I2 f5 ^ _; r* C2 m3 _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
- ~+ Q) I2 r2 V5 vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; D& a; \& @" C5 w) v1 [4 R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 V8 m7 E8 `3 Q, k5 e, b) M+ f+ X( O; f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # t+ s: N. ]- R+ e3 {) y' Q1 S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 L$ V* h1 ? U: U, j/ ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 K' P2 l, l8 V$ XHow you suffered for you sanity,5 C& Q; A2 Z9 B! W" f& U
How you tried to set them free,
9 a7 Z; m# ^, } p' B5 B& bThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" T; x( c! x) aPerhaps they never will. |
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