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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : p! V; C' i* d0 `' R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, l) M& ?7 D9 q- v3 [3 h4 C+ d! ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 c+ z8 z+ v( T& O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& A: Y3 [5 [: o4 e1 a7 pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 I: ?1 c+ d) vHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 `) n7 E A" n' O5 w8 Z* ~How you tried to set them free, ; s' O! a4 p2 m7 `! j. \6 `/ ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. j# w1 c, |. N1 `- T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : t$ g5 V% ?6 a2 K K4 @ B: Y. K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 `' _6 N |+ f# o* v: j" O7 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 ~+ ~- q5 }, R- a$ R9 YWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, A o: o% `8 w% C9 L2 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* U2 G' w$ n5 u, YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 P5 C9 K9 C; T( Q7 n: C( Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # R/ w* s. b' D6 N& e- Y- [, X
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( z+ l4 o" F+ `) Y( U Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & M! E' O' @- u) K5 @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * D+ c! I2 E1 Z# ? a+ ~) a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! w/ m3 {% m+ U. AThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ J9 v- e9 Q: N6 _! z
4 a" z; S0 G$ b! m/ T7 z4 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) p/ S( k1 w, I* j' @3 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 Y# ]1 ~5 u/ f% W7 e/ M( T: `How you tried to set them free, 0 x4 W8 C1 s8 M k- j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
?+ Y6 q% O! H- m. ?Perhaps they never will. |
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