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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 V/ n, G. c& Q2 t1 p o/ b& B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! ~5 X- C! e& _1 P; z. D6 g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: w, g) `1 K7 @* S: C/ ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 T3 [# p5 ]3 k! q, ^' r$ Z3 n# ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 E' T: E5 n; L7 Z4 ]How you suffered for you sanity, 2 p5 N* |& `& \* s9 I
How you tried to set them free,
- H [7 t: C% t2 h* ^: p& BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : S; _* p: T1 v: \ J! s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 G w; T% {; m( \1 t5 r. g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# b5 o }. @3 x' S2 D5 e% JColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 Y5 p, b$ a( l! H9 mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! l& W" l4 W4 |5 b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, " J( c3 I$ K: ]+ u% x1 z5 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / L6 u- q$ \7 b' D/ d, a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 k: m$ o) W, J# w7 h5 d9 }1 PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 {. z& |* u: l, N# dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( j# f4 |( ?5 L/ ?) I' r3 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' a1 h {" i/ x! g5 n4 H& KFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. i0 K# u5 O; I! P* ^% K9 Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) y' r8 |6 }6 f* \' v1 DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! f0 H `0 H- _8 U/ P% G* _& M3 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& L( G* |# ?$ b" j% g! qHow you suffered for you sanity,
- l4 u% F% Y+ o3 A% V" mHow you tried to set them free,
4 g$ W% }3 X, U2 s: JThey would not listen they're not listening still, - o0 I0 O M8 v* l' s6 O( U' E! c
Perhaps they never will. |
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