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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 `& I: b& B' {/ s, y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& `% d& y: c# u$ w% E9 A4 A4 t2 q; xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: \& Y& m: d i6 a5 XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) o9 w+ G3 o) u/ R) ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ S; ~- M) T5 J+ I
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 C( g8 Z* W1 ]* ^( u$ PHow you tried to set them free, - z) }# ] k6 d9 S9 Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ h' K1 t" V. M! F+ A0 l/ u9 O& k2 f9 S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ l2 I: Y) G3 S/ m! XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 ]7 C. o( ^+ t) m# }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ `: d7 u$ E0 M j: y S' CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " @0 x; ]+ F% V: c$ l# B. E0 j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' Y4 t2 R' Z; e+ d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: ~& Y$ s# n1 N; ^1 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + {3 y- ~( K8 u) Y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; Y& ]0 W8 r1 |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / J& S9 N& v6 a- @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 \. ?4 z3 ~) U, i$ i& u7 g$ ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 _" T: T6 S# ?) p+ Z, T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " X7 w" F0 }* F& C9 |
/ c# ~6 K! A* } K) eNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' x: N4 L: p( L$ |5 O. A7 \How you suffered for you sanity,
4 q7 h5 ^1 p" m, I; ~6 P5 rHow you tried to set them free,
/ G" @% c7 I D# T) }- NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ [; x0 Q# [5 s0 ~0 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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