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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 E7 `- M1 Z% ]. {( \9 B0 U; r8 x ^* I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! r- R& K @2 O1 y* j) sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 g. ]) ^1 y9 T+ E3 M: w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 s6 j" f/ p+ Q; g4 m; CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" h) i5 v2 M* t0 PHow you suffered for you sanity, , r7 a' Y* Z- w5 R# F
How you tried to set them free, 0 \6 x8 J1 x& \% f
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 x3 A- b! ^/ n, B/ n+ K" `# O
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 b _! c: d, _6 _& _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! N& [' H7 ]$ V$ n+ T
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - G( a4 `) g/ P; X! R* }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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% J/ A/ O8 G% S7 g9 { c' z4 W1 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" v# L4 ?& [8 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & `0 U; D% G, _: w: h# K. E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 F" S0 S: Y( d) ]& `( I" p9 p
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 z; E; W6 I9 S! M% X' O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) d* f1 g4 \6 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" S4 ?0 R7 X) G& ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " H4 {4 a# f$ |" k: _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ U* ]- [* q6 G- u' s* k1 g
; ^: r' Z& _9 ]. QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( g: L, `8 i& q/ X, o4 @3 X
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 U& X0 A, ] CHow you tried to set them free,
, p+ ?8 O( s( R7 T, F) r0 _They would not listen they're not listening still,
: T7 u2 v. O$ m/ S: e( w& N/ fPerhaps they never will. |
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