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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / I9 S: `* J% T6 P* n" @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' N6 J5 a6 u7 @. T: V# WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 }& z, Q, ?; S. t$ x" G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : W! Y ^, A% E$ { c* k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" i" w$ A: \' N) |8 K( rHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 ]5 u3 D# k6 I5 U' y
How you tried to set them free,
E8 Y( L6 x6 [! N- ~6 bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 @1 c: h; O: t$ }' v' ~7 A! z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, K$ @2 }5 `, |& m( Z3 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# y: l$ b- S4 b1 T" O/ Y4 i" \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ b* g2 j- ?5 x( t; y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 ~4 J% e* c& G7 B0 H& ?' z% P
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 j( H7 F, m1 F% J3 ^# b" c! W M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / j( ^. J/ z* g( ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 X( @7 t* }4 b1 @ G9 {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; ]" ?$ d$ T8 T5 b) b' eThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' c4 Q( B' A H
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ n! a% }$ g" q8 i- C, o2 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # x9 R5 d2 y1 _2 i
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 s& Q. ?: | [$ i6 w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 }: n" M# A6 T
) _1 S( _4 S9 |$ FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 {( H5 q+ t) X3 S7 @! ~; y- X
How you suffered for you sanity,3 T1 R4 @4 O" g) a0 [9 P% z
How you tried to set them free,
$ ^& ]! I8 P+ a7 C* SThey would not listen they're not listening still, * r4 B8 P4 v2 ?$ e: T- r& `
Perhaps they never will. |
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