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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ E9 i/ o) Y& v, @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * q$ m9 t- g2 |! e2 O4 X- p) [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 s1 h2 m5 n \- W' G/ k$ i; }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ _$ F% d. ^$ @$ y! FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 q# _6 _! _5 D0 Y- O
How you suffered for you sanity, , a/ f/ R! e" u9 r7 [- Y. f2 s
How you tried to set them free,
' }, U5 L: \3 @3 z8 ` qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! G% c7 Q" B& ~8 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ T+ _- G; P0 L% K5 O* T; D# o7 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % m8 q) e4 ^6 q9 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * Y) F$ W* I0 \, V2 n/ u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 y! S, h5 V: c8 \" [
: `0 ]% D6 G2 Y$ i! H1 PFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
. @) F* X# s" S1 W2 ~8 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# f& u9 f: G- g% W0 \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ d2 D p4 q" yBut I could have told you, Vincent, + D- |" E! L; h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) Q$ t9 X' f2 u. a0 l$ rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 e2 a1 b- D# T& X$ Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% N9 `0 y9 j. a5 r3 l7 Y; fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 Z; A1 ?, ]# o6 v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 r, F# N: C7 r" A6 wHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 j, o% a- W9 f7 lHow you tried to set them free,
- @! x+ b1 r! jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( D$ I& e) W" V0 W7 F2 D; UPerhaps they never will. |
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