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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - d) \0 E _" Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ N) F0 G/ X( ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& ^% q( b7 a. z( \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 n2 s+ A8 ]5 y& X3 S7 U# j7 hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' V' Y7 _1 Q, P0 WHow you suffered for you sanity, % g6 ?2 v* H/ ^9 X3 ]
How you tried to set them free, 6 S8 {9 P \1 T q9 Q1 }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ X, a, F( A5 {! @& ?; EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! A; G8 h, e5 z/ R' s6 @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 D( Y8 Q9 H$ b4 _
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- A g+ Z) V- L0 u6 G. V4 KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 L1 z$ r7 ~( R( z3 aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 I1 `2 l+ c) C6 M( _$ \2 ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! k3 A- o: k3 H. d# `1 _3 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, i$ Y5 _; R' k6 K& g1 k* lBut I could have told you, Vincent, % {+ R# r# Z& i% Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ y4 u$ G% W& W7 g# e' P
1 ]" Y# L- L: [5 u h" QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) T6 N+ O- Y& }1 R7 h4 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; O: G; n2 [/ `, M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 u1 U( W3 @+ E `0 c6 `; t! y) _% sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. o. b9 g4 w' M1 r- o* P3 M2 ~
2 F/ U$ G( t; ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ I+ a: l2 Q6 j& F# X6 |. kHow you suffered for you sanity," ^$ j) p$ h. T! Q$ |) n, ]" V( @
How you tried to set them free,
1 K* y1 |; m$ d* J1 RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
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