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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : S7 T" B# F$ O; p- ?5 Z0 U* O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; N3 Q" [) T. ?% d. {& N: jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. F1 N1 q7 i: JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & ?$ k% { {; [% H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
a# v+ g% }& V9 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ J% Z2 I n) e fHow you tried to set them free,
$ e T! T. c( n6 r* N' FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; L9 u2 H, }) U6 F) x& x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * t; U |* ~2 x9 p4 m( w3 k7 b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. ` n- O$ c! S6 |8 l! lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 M- S6 G& b5 k2 m4 T8 F" gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 {, M$ O! p- E. CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " W- g+ ?0 ^; ^ \
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 C. O, m( b2 Y" Q G: a( Y
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 V( k- A9 a( U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- w1 v! E7 x% [' Y+ xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
[% ^: X# T/ k- Z) eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( h6 Z' [3 t2 k& z; }7 d3 I0 L/ {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & M% T$ Z- Z6 C: n! U+ p
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' l n6 }; T: D7 [; U; P
How you suffered for you sanity,. q& `1 ?2 @5 H9 U9 c
How you tried to set them free, $ k* U+ F7 p6 W/ H8 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 T! t2 O* h. J A
Perhaps they never will. |
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