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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 v8 [0 t. n7 Z5 z; ~& V+ lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * ]* C& l% B, E) t* _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 z8 f9 |6 f4 d$ }' Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 p; c( P3 [% ~; G% TNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ |% P: V0 ]* A, }5 h
How you suffered for you sanity, / Z6 {( Q( v* a. b7 J; B3 |
How you tried to set them free,
% P7 D2 F" \; ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' O2 D+ y' {+ g. E( J
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' a f- Q# @$ O& f4 ]- O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
q2 v! e$ w# p5 A8 x- W" sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- M4 |4 ?3 o. c# j6 g' x. A4 N3 NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % @9 {4 w2 b h% G# N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, x" T4 C# l3 d" j I) P+ i: f* K; KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / f+ e8 q0 ?* }7 \% v
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( J7 @6 c& d p# J1 j* l
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 A$ {1 c1 o7 I. i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 N! V C) @0 E( y
J& B6 ^' J9 {* f, j- v/ r9 bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 [2 V1 t! T6 C4 v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " ^& p& X! d. f) C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' x, m3 j! h4 r, z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ v2 s/ x. n1 v$ g- f$ R: K V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! q* v5 E9 ^1 @3 u8 w8 \3 m
How you suffered for you sanity,
# k% v+ n5 V( Y4 n( \9 h9 L3 ZHow you tried to set them free,
7 C- I2 f/ Z7 `1 h/ y/ jThey would not listen they're not listening still, & V# v) O& y4 P$ ]/ u0 S4 `
Perhaps they never will. |
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