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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( }& p6 j& t5 Z2 {! h
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 C& Z' s, O5 a6 h* X0 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* a2 Y3 _! b: r6 N' P( l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 o5 W* e4 V( k- [- l' KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ h- _$ j1 e4 v# p' h# N' S% BHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 C5 g: P, g8 O1 x4 J) g# G
How you tried to set them free, 7 o A4 A! k* [9 s3 y# L) {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : D3 H8 ], c1 V" |9 q4 j* w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" w3 t. y t0 \" J' n$ K4 ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 i; P( {( b6 q' D$ v# t" _1 HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + U5 _; e7 @1 C
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * F" L" J5 m* E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& ]8 o- k( S Y" T% xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 W: ^( K' c: D' o R- m" f
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 i. K% P1 l8 `8 Q- @% z8 ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
3 a) O7 g# ^: V& KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' s1 K# j o' PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ X: B! @4 h" Z3 X7 Z& c; Z2 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 t+ v3 o! p# ?" ~( N/ oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , [0 G9 u0 n. t8 r* G7 j. k
How you suffered for you sanity," [; l/ H# Q8 s0 A- M, c
How you tried to set them free, ! h! j; P4 l2 \6 r
They would not listen they're not listening still, L+ ]8 z% X: b: k" [8 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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