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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 q$ w% ~4 {. v; F: e+ l% P+ hLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* _% z4 y0 {* T6 T, u3 l6 lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 o B5 f: x5 L2 o' k" P9 J& }0 J, bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; `& {" K( i6 ]" x0 [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* D. h6 h; @: y+ J
How you suffered for you sanity,
* r8 s, _0 s& l: v& fHow you tried to set them free,
& {3 f9 x2 c1 l6 v& ?6 F4 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 E4 I4 j0 r9 A) S8 h; E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 n% x4 I9 ?$ z1 E/ V! |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# e+ X) `! a. x6 F; W4 z. @- _! oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 \7 G7 s* C( J' W" |" V; L: t; @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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' I9 l/ Q+ `7 p+ m' ]9 i% G$ nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ Q' S% i/ y: |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % W6 r. V* t. K1 U7 U5 D4 V0 e
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, m4 t3 |, P% lBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 W% l3 k) A( v8 L8 J7 U- UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , a& \" [+ t6 t: d& k) m& I0 e4 R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( ]/ Y; n' b: H" r7 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 _+ q. n- I" X' d( k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ T# T5 a, h9 s, \) r, ?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,
. ^$ R }4 u" w; O9 D) C$ xHow you suffered for you sanity,, h, z4 W( {4 @! ]: x6 X8 T
How you tried to set them free,
( O8 s, x$ W$ LThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 R. @1 ~, Q$ Y7 {, e4 A$ o b
Perhaps they never will. |
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