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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ d1 O0 U i5 R3 Q1 }
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 j9 W2 J7 d1 L- Z$ l: \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 _( C& p1 ^% Q7 K' ~/ J9 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( w5 n, g1 T* ^7 _' ?- _" n! L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,2 m# j5 Z; L$ J% ?. x7 ^9 }
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 M+ z4 e2 `/ ^! w% O3 \9 U* aHow you tried to set them free,
8 k* K l# R) K, \9 s. {They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 j8 S& U9 t/ x1 A4 H* a& O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% C F' u1 B- D! T- o) p" p; X( _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* H, R8 m: q; d( ?3 M5 B/ yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 x. u% m; d, p+ H, S2 J8 _Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 v, ]! G3 Y W, Z0 y0 |
# W8 ]& y. R& d& t' d1 ?; SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / h3 I+ r2 e# r& R/ J& m( L1 r4 e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 ^3 h6 s( N' E# w4 l5 m8 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( B+ B7 o9 A' C# i$ s: QBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) u v) |- t7 u' s |2 x. F, Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 V; ]% b+ F# R1 e- O& ^# qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, i0 x( U; i8 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 T0 S2 P8 M9 \" `8 t$ A5 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 V9 L% U) z8 q6 k0 R
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ l! i. V5 x- r7 L Y1 @
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . z, f) U) N; q: Z- H# R
How you suffered for you sanity,/ k' g4 b) n, |7 F7 @1 R% ]+ E. G
How you tried to set them free, # p* x- V& l/ t/ g. w
They would not listen they're not listening still,
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