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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 _0 l+ q2 ?( [3 l# o8 M) P5 H1 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 K0 Z0 I& P9 P$ W3 N$ J# }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 V7 V- `) E- D7 r( Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / f7 D9 r7 V9 o7 i3 v# W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) \- x% G# J B# ~- t0 W+ L+ l+ X1 P
How you suffered for you sanity, " [8 x9 p" l. Y' t. u8 f8 L
How you tried to set them free,
2 x3 \7 A+ H( F ]* r5 d3 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + x) Y1 V3 G. k0 q# H9 w0 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . g2 r4 { b) r$ w, B' B: m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) u- Z( Q: r8 o5 n3 Y1 tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 }* k) Y5 T1 @
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 j5 r T0 b0 [3 i' M. g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% G( v- K, H+ v$ V4 v; S$ nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( M2 L6 Q3 I& I! ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 w, o. h. }1 [. }- HBut I could have told you, Vincent, % L& C) V9 v! z' w3 k" y `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! o; ~4 g: I, H, k( ]- |% M `6 @
. S1 ]1 [" w7 w/ g7 e- Q- y) }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 q: q1 x* a6 F% j/ s4 bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 U' |- W# x! ~+ i% j: l1 ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - N* f: a, p9 g' k' x& J; l& \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : n- V2 ?6 B! u8 u u
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, / t2 t4 ?' h! c$ w: k
How you suffered for you sanity,
: O0 e* ^( I& THow you tried to set them free,
: C# u0 l# g2 `, L* ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) _% v; @* ^# F. y! [Perhaps they never will. |
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