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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 N: D9 k7 |+ `/ D+ v4 j) x$ B, V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 S9 L+ f9 h" C8 u6 X5 LShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; Z- T2 N! F0 D1 Z" Y4 H& Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& V0 {5 c+ O+ b2 p' R2 wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! U" C& s: Q. \
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 U: `+ h5 v8 v$ ~3 K/ A6 }6 tHow you tried to set them free,
3 b" T+ f' r' Q4 m! VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- W( g3 a R6 P- ^/ D( w. H* d; d, xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 r7 f- f1 S! B, Z! ]2 ? ]4 M. qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # A( M) T- @2 F& M3 l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. J/ b0 J* S& D# vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) g/ Q2 P' W, t2 R- m# U6 {
: y! z, v3 _3 H4 S4 y$ L3 eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% n" f: r: t3 hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 m; j$ s0 a$ G9 g7 ^% m/ t
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& P% G0 T0 g( w9 LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; w. V/ N. b4 ^2 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. i$ d- I$ W4 C1 kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ D* D. ?8 Z$ d9 \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # {5 t7 J: o4 j) E$ R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # X6 `7 d- y. X: u8 B) {: h9 L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 Z4 i- Z! t- r0 K: _
9 h& j; t8 _3 ~$ g+ J- Q2 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; x+ u4 b! l- z4 ~8 c
How you suffered for you sanity,/ p% ~* g. s. p+ d) K8 l+ P
How you tried to set them free,
' i* z" A# O5 b0 _They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ c5 k+ C' S l# RPerhaps they never will. |
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