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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 l8 E" ~+ j0 O- t5 x3 J0 h" T8 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , g2 u1 \, U8 ?% M& X; i9 O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,0 x) z- o) C1 @% f! d1 M/ k+ k9 o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# J) |+ B$ k. K5 b5 \! [& FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 W5 _+ V- b4 ?6 C
How you suffered for you sanity, ' p& N9 A' {8 S5 h
How you tried to set them free,
( n9 x% t# B$ Z7 g( d$ PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / r1 {, T1 k8 V- ?
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, A& K5 h M7 h4 h7 h* }& v1 oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 J) y. {1 \7 V7 l" \6 z5 aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: k5 ~1 y# X( i( C+ b; [0 sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) O5 J, m' R, U+ q p
/ f5 \9 d u0 [# I- z, K# jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 U, @: D e, K. t6 l2 @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% h! K- m. h/ Z. ^. yYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' A- W8 ?0 R# qBut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 Z. x! R) u) e0 n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . A. S) b0 p' r b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 S) F* n/ j. w6 [) Z" cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 R" X& L! ~" M! z2 V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- { O m5 E& y6 S x" G3 cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 c8 F: E1 u3 `2 Y& ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, # {/ ~' m" {+ ~- ?9 v# c5 o2 A2 n
How you suffered for you sanity,3 o4 h( j% \4 Z( d# e" Z
How you tried to set them free, ! k V( \# U% z4 U
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 q" ?3 [$ j; d8 H
Perhaps they never will. |
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