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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, b$ `+ v) y+ ^8 @; n- E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 I* Q0 Z M- l7 y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' m0 j4 R+ \! aCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , Y/ a+ s' o7 A. z) I$ v' Z% I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," E, B* V% A2 ^; k" W" X: M: C
How you suffered for you sanity, ; d8 t# x" |1 F8 R% B$ V
How you tried to set them free, 4 F3 x9 E( E2 z3 ^9 a- j& k/ }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; R1 o9 y. k4 c5 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ R- [8 X; g: u6 S( t0 M) ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! W1 N( Z, C- ?; T" e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 a0 |) d& A/ V: i; u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , j ^! C6 ?) [4 P, [
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ `+ ?9 f0 u2 |/ mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; ~4 E6 Q/ ^6 q3 \7 p* w/ F5 I9 DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( P1 H2 d6 Z9 kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 M4 p# w2 }2 m3 @% L& n4 jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 R6 z) C1 _& \) k6 {$ zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 k) O6 k' k7 M" \0 I! `- I6 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: p& T3 G% S- o7 |0 H/ X. g' DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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: A g' W- E! \- a, M( `1 ^Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; M0 Y9 u0 H4 U; _& L( b
How you suffered for you sanity,+ w- Q- R, c/ J6 d2 w3 O
How you tried to set them free,
) j+ i7 s- ~5 u: p/ YThey would not listen they're not listening still, & E: p& U' \0 P) c8 z
Perhaps they never will. |
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