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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 m( f, v; ]( \; n7 z$ n( l. R7 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* l: Y8 {; o l! nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ p) O# T: o8 E) F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 t* `% S# [ z) z+ ~% |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 V/ C3 _& J( _How you suffered for you sanity,
: V1 E# g2 ^9 ~$ I0 }6 v: \How you tried to set them free,
) Z, p4 r% t% x# z& | `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ ~5 ]! @! R# R! DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, S" ~# p0 ?, V, X9 w) j) |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . \3 \: @8 H5 i+ k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( }- X( w8 h8 c2 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ P1 e3 Z: L/ w! u$ V/ Q2 v3 WAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 i7 o e% @4 `You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) k) c8 P0 b- X; n1 K3 h
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 {- r: T0 I5 @2 m j( P5 W! @" I% z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; Q7 f6 [, J/ [. q, e
4 c0 ^ j4 O, O1 \9 ^6 y: w* rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 N# O8 D: {, L: z! mFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- b( x' p; i6 B8 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 @0 M2 z1 i; _/ ~* |/ f" l
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' [$ e8 e) P# ]$ z8 s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 ?% Y0 E c9 C9 j1 x7 J+ vHow you suffered for you sanity," d& {& B B, c2 B- @" W
How you tried to set them free, ( }2 {+ ]: u, c. y2 D5 V
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- i& j h1 j: A7 V( DPerhaps they never will. |
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