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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 ~# t: ~5 b+ `* }* |( h. q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 F" p# X$ m5 b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 J2 R2 ]) g/ q. DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; X/ J, p( J6 v/ Z1 s2 O# nNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) |, H: l9 E0 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
: y4 I8 B* C' u- n; e* SHow you tried to set them free,
& m' D/ u5 o# k; \3 c" YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) M3 b. H9 H7 Y! I- G# N% [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 h$ p' K: h" i5 y& c
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, $ ]7 j" Z" U* s6 I. L& A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - e' [5 P. O q6 m3 e8 i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 ^1 @: g% o( \& c8 K8 BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 a2 O- f% R1 I8 i j. ^* Z* Q0 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 o1 r( o, U$ _$ g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # I8 j1 L9 R6 S, S/ A" {2 v5 r
But I could have told you, Vincent, + b4 \5 ]- B6 O" `: K# I3 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 E" [( N8 }+ L8 u3 ~* d Q2 |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, _, j- o( U/ M# P+ DLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 B. ?# ^# c* I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' l: l( t# S# A, W; e
; C7 }* l' {% T- T' V+ n0 v( f+ WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 t5 b- v1 g' t& V! M$ \How you suffered for you sanity,
. s8 O M* z2 T% h; d, ^/ ~# j% cHow you tried to set them free,
6 e. ~7 I; S1 F4 M# @! KThey would not listen they're not listening still, 2 m9 G1 X- u W
Perhaps they never will. |
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