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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& j' N0 X+ x! l/ u: S* NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - O# P' i5 I- N2 {! I* Y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. f) p" o* [8 L& \) [. ?- p/ @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' T9 h( C h5 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ o( k" l: F+ M! g3 n: B4 d/ {* VHow you suffered for you sanity, : y, ^8 r$ w2 z) ?" t
How you tried to set them free,
4 U v/ [/ a0 u% Q5 y) X @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! b$ t% ~! G; ?6 uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 l& V6 w" n4 HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 S u6 o# _ GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , B/ E! D0 k i7 j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) D" r! J, j8 @- |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 O# q" t" V% _; A% V* j7 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 S$ N. S, h0 p% ]5 b! ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 V$ |+ i( B* ]" o: N( [
But I could have told you, Vincent, * h! \0 A; _# m# S1 M
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ s! y' L# M% U! f: {# SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 C8 L/ }6 m R5 e0 _Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( k) {7 V: t/ j, ~) a7 ]; H3 o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* g0 u3 V( f* C$ b1 k# R7 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - w% {) `) w* b
+ F6 }; v s& YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 V8 P5 _9 B% O
How you suffered for you sanity,
( k; w T% t2 l2 zHow you tried to set them free, 6 F. Y+ \3 b! g( N' i8 A' X
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 m/ k" N% Q) j% v$ c
Perhaps they never will. |
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