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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - f7 H% G) Z! t- L {$ v# r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 p& {' \5 O. X: E8 ?+ @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ _/ C' a0 O- Q9 b2 k# V' X6 t C6 ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 t8 G* r- d- c( Y* K6 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 A* R: o |& n5 dHow you suffered for you sanity,
g/ ^# q9 ?5 [0 F* @- R$ D0 MHow you tried to set them free, 9 M5 ~ T* _ `4 {" T) `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 s+ z- s& F8 j) c, r7 yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % o/ B: I3 `* }0 M6 o2 h" J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , E. r5 x! u5 C3 @
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' ~" P4 W0 s2 a* t3 M3 f' E1 j6 XWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & E0 J7 M1 I8 L/ k
3 i V7 F& c; ]8 W- aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 n) F- p) @5 ]! I6 `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % s* V& i8 C7 w( X' G% x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * u- b7 p, Z4 ? T" P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ K( T2 s! c2 R5 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + @) t# E) A' K2 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) P5 F1 G3 ]; B: r) h$ \) JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - _; }& Q4 ^! H+ f0 S" y! y) |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 M- j2 a4 X( \, jNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # {' e$ h0 f. Q5 F0 n/ I: v
How you suffered for you sanity,
P0 _ [. D! _1 ?% PHow you tried to set them free, ' T6 j8 T+ J8 J" I8 o! L+ ?, T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% i+ w7 L8 C$ Q3 f: R: B7 l2 |Perhaps they never will. |
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