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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 e; J2 n- E$ Z+ w; |( Y$ P! f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 K: f2 J n4 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 w# j9 `% C0 A9 e% s# F: N! ^" h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * s1 _# S$ U1 X5 N7 w! ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; O( _7 ]% D+ }# d( \ ~How you suffered for you sanity, 4 z; H3 t$ w$ w6 N: ]
How you tried to set them free,
2 ]/ T. X5 M5 M) Q( rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 T% y( e$ m" P3 t# Z* c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! C S r/ B0 L4 r1 c3 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, o* Q0 d4 o K+ @3 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 R% l9 z! i, p5 ~! U, W& TWeathered 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, # c0 R4 S- |0 D. o2 \- F8 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : n+ P: \. ]. x1 R* C) A2 L) [
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 E6 |8 a, i4 E* V" gBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 C# O' \; s" Z6 z1 b
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / x6 f6 C% Q Y7 ]( M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 e3 O" E$ D6 Z( hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . M5 U& E; r; Y( t9 m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 G% V6 t' }) eThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; s5 m X/ G) B; o$ ` e2 w% m
$ i& R5 L( ]. M9 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, e4 R1 e% [4 l1 m9 X8 h' \. m' h
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 V) H/ k% f, }% @) NHow you tried to set them free,
/ ?% r, |; M% v- NThey would not listen they're not listening still, / V% U8 ]' x! y6 Z8 _. _6 ]# E
Perhaps they never will. |
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