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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ D9 \+ ~' e0 P# N0 X( P2 V+ FLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; K- q! W$ L3 F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 V3 z0 d, o) T( Q; ~/ ~% \7 j- K# XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 i2 ]- Z9 f$ Y, m7 e1 `$ A3 y- G
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 r1 I, j& f- v' Z$ HHow you suffered for you sanity, : E& A) R* H: }+ S
How you tried to set them free,
/ C* u0 e( @- w. u# h9 A% a. B& CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 ^, A2 V# D `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; w" p! R& X0 n6 @- y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, F* Q# X* [" c& k& g9 ]4 Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 o% V/ m' Z" x4 C+ T8 E, T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 t2 N& b7 e: c) I0 a7 m1 Y# sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* a! [/ B7 S- EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( \6 ]$ f* _0 s# g% P9 `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ R* ?+ U# f7 w# RBut I could have told you, Vincent, . x. J( c- x0 n$ e% G3 r' W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + O" p6 G- v0 ?* T3 W6 Y" A8 x$ `
% c6 y! U/ }+ ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* ~ ?/ ^1 E- }1 F. c9 U% eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 G4 n" ^" ~7 p: C8 g1 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % }! o/ @) s* G5 c; i) o" R. j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 n' K" ~8 m2 M( vHow you suffered for you sanity,! ]: g; K+ m+ N- r7 [+ U
How you tried to set them free,
2 Q7 P7 | l- D7 y! c( J, `! sThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' l- z0 ~* O, ^1 O
Perhaps they never will. |
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