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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % ^- o( ~3 L0 j$ B% q4 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 ^. L, w" h8 z5 q4 I3 fShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ C. N( s! V7 j' @4 ?* NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: z$ k7 G' m- |) d( h0 lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! C. Q3 k+ n2 h
How you suffered for you sanity, $ R& Q3 h G/ U2 ^0 ~9 J; P
How you tried to set them free,
4 F0 K/ o: I$ I/ n$ d t: R( y5 bThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 Z% I& F' U" X6 y, QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + o2 O- S6 X( \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 o$ R6 B% p& s$ ?& ^" i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) c1 e: b+ A; E- i6 b; j- \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 {, L, i8 O) h; yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
|! M2 p6 Y% b6 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 u& g1 C5 t* ^9 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 T v& E3 R3 k- m+ F# iBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! l4 m& [+ R9 L- ]$ ^* u4 y/ g6 ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ ^4 M! l6 y& RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' ] q# [3 [$ k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 t. ^5 r" K' q) ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + r# A9 t7 x9 Q, h5 T1 |. h4 `
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% [4 _- Z2 N" ~' qHow you suffered for you sanity,
( W' y7 y9 X& B" J7 t* yHow you tried to set them free,
# {* v3 _5 {9 G T( m- gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, x5 v2 H' s+ N- ~! J/ IPerhaps they never will. |
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