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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # s) m( C: L- X& g$ [5 @& `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 V' }+ W3 Q3 p9 U4 Y/ D, K6 \
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) v" N% j7 _6 L. R" e6 u: a2 J0 ^9 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / x9 T: `9 C% \* k H: Y3 o/ v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 s, ^9 t$ J) I. U$ I
How you suffered for you sanity,
) G: t( z1 V% s- D$ b) qHow you tried to set them free, ! v, x+ _5 Q- F- F- j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 u* N9 h) x' W* ?0 w$ ?3 X# r7 MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , d* U' k1 i! e) ?! O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 ]5 \" ]+ I, L8 V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" s& }7 P) P2 \1 _4 o1 r8 ^+ R7 eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 K% P* H8 |* c3 @8 H0 m
) T# g0 z" }# W- HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + d/ o" J: F7 j7 N( Y5 V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 F" Z; x8 V [You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 E R9 l/ z% y3 M; k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" N$ C" z) I& N' e8 _& }0 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " u, G8 \( T1 Y) x9 G& ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 i" H) {6 Z% L& W: p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( [1 l) j+ j i6 Q* r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ B [8 Y+ @( m! w* ~ fNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 _2 G& S8 ?) oHow you suffered for you sanity,- d9 S/ R0 p* V( s9 P
How you tried to set them free,
3 ^5 }# w& o- r* aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 @/ s5 w" x9 s4 h$ D& R2 @1 k: OPerhaps they never will. |
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