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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : H; y1 S! t# O2 X4 X1 n' |
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 }5 Y% @) k0 p2 |. HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 g) I9 `( E: {* V) q% `8 w$ ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / s( S v$ X* a: k u! Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# c/ L* c" B4 M, |9 }: ?. e! U, \
How you suffered for you sanity,
" l+ l, T1 \# O) b/ GHow you tried to set them free,
) J2 e' z- N- X7 ~5 r8 YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! a& \4 [: Z& n9 L3 [+ J& r1 z8 C9 K+ M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, C( Q: Q! l" s0 [% \" m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 w+ ^* ]$ i9 e0 r4 iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 i" ]" B* n: M# P! {1 sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / E/ S& m7 T, I2 m/ D' c& {7 x+ T
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 Z6 x0 D1 b9 k% N2 q# u" v8 L5 FAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 p% q1 G* _1 t0 C# R3 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ d y' x" G; v. m1 G5 zBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 L! a; }, v7 j! q8 d5 S! @4 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 Q$ G! C/ R4 ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' R& \3 h0 P/ K( g$ x$ g" B% dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; S. u) i1 V8 Q! Y) uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 F: X" W! j; d1 RThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . \/ W0 @% B5 n i: b- X
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# I8 d- t8 |. k: P! q5 k# P- p2 sHow you suffered for you sanity,9 d4 d+ F7 h1 ?
How you tried to set them free,
7 V5 P5 u4 ] A% O+ gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 S& J6 N7 c3 X5 PPerhaps they never will. |
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