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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 j5 \+ d; @& r1 K+ k: ]4 [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / w' T2 h \* H) Z6 J- ^. R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& X3 r7 N, r# x5 o4 F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; [2 P- h- q3 ?) v5 m9 |" v" [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% T2 ?) b2 q2 j: O& r3 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
: N0 ^7 w/ g: ~* q! @+ N3 |How you tried to set them free, 6 x; `) M: `' y u. V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ c, S& }$ ?( r$ ]% r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 ]" W: X% R3 k/ `, \9 [; c1 w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 r2 j/ [4 R# O9 x" Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( l z0 ]4 _* rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 j# D- J1 u7 M' V# a' CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 K% b& s- j' R9 w7 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' j5 o$ w& x% O; j- }) U; l9 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
M+ V: _# R9 k: `( A8 ?; VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# ^2 \0 q1 _* `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! j+ e0 ]+ \, v& b" w
/ j! H8 V7 g& e. u6 l) @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % \) M: Q# `$ v4 V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , c; u- w$ B7 Z, x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 r9 u+ H9 n/ K8 a( u8 I
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,
* Y2 p$ Y& }" k5 A. G; L8 G: }2 hHow you suffered for you sanity,
: J# q% ^$ z5 T% rHow you tried to set them free,
X" o3 I3 U. P% n5 lThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 n8 ~; [5 w5 Y$ S
Perhaps they never will. |
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