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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 Y( i1 n* K0 o% k. R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 V6 I# O9 F% p+ }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, i/ h6 d" T v' U8 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 U/ f% Z3 a& K% J, xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- @4 s, `& D% S2 Q8 ^8 z9 g, ]How you suffered for you sanity,
/ u$ V, ^, \( R7 Y2 p4 }How you tried to set them free, * G0 D- M) o- ]7 a3 Z1 R! R4 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 z7 m% _/ F3 w8 g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : E2 l" V& ]* \+ x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' e! \# U8 j) G2 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . p- n9 P( e1 L* V" h' u
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,
; _2 |7 g4 L. D# z6 I, S$ l$ K5 ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) H- {) ^ L# e& S" d: t* K; z! G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% E2 Q) @. L" h0 @1 q* M8 ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 E1 P8 K* b& N7 N0 [- bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 P: S$ S6 F6 T9 i1 H4 tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! e( s" `2 t% n: `& w _. B. _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' {- k# V' D$ O$ ]: g2 n- [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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u) c9 I/ K' {4 @8 b3 f; B& }Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, e' ]0 ]5 ]- X5 J8 R
How you suffered for you sanity,$ e$ c! \% O1 X/ p) O3 @2 i
How you tried to set them free, $ j4 ?7 `8 v& m
They would not listen they're not listening still, . c( p* t' [0 u. \ k' m
Perhaps they never will. |
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