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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! g5 f3 _0 n0 O$ [( j3 e q- r+ l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / j$ ?5 Z9 o4 m' ?% P4 H: O$ Z2 G& ^& X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 M3 X& e4 Q6 V4 SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( m. I! S1 N( g, vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: n5 }! w% k: `- \* ^* s3 `% I
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 Q! p, q4 S* k6 JHow you tried to set them free,
9 i7 d9 j8 D5 ~. Y3 L3 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* x2 J( {: \* S- q6 X C6 ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: y p& F* e% A7 S# o! w9 p+ P# nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 q; z2 ~* @1 Q4 K) c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, Z' `/ A; X) A- M$ u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # s S) h) ?) i, O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( J; Z" l: k3 ~* O# JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, E* K$ i! Q( t! u# \
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' {% r, w6 s6 b" S' c+ ?But I could have told you, Vincent, - }5 T1 D; v* l0 y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) y# I/ |6 _! {5 A' S
0 ^4 J' Y3 u, i* r$ qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : ~% b8 u. a3 y: y B+ P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 n9 M V4 u) I4 T; W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' e9 @- f D1 W- P, N$ T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ c% G. K: t/ l4 r; I: t% Y
0 Q& [- C0 i3 Z; Z( d4 j" \9 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 F2 Q- {, ~# [8 v. _How you suffered for you sanity,
3 ]; V, I* v4 d- |How you tried to set them free,
9 u/ l# t8 s& M! _They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 u- C& [" Y0 e# R E- Y2 UPerhaps they never will. |
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