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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 e6 N& p) o! d$ ]+ t) Z$ [! \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% O4 _0 Y, R6 {& B7 P% C# [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
' j2 p3 n3 E8 D1 H! jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " z# u! Q5 Q7 G8 A* \5 E, A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 g i0 a4 E+ Q, d5 gHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 }3 |8 u N5 R$ R' s1 r' g
How you tried to set them free, * E5 R4 i- `& H8 ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 {5 {( ?( _5 W3 `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- [: {7 E% u( x' PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 M/ e: ?( h6 `+ T6 |' _8 k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . K4 m9 `4 T6 [0 [9 R" v$ B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ W9 }* G9 X+ G6 K( XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ I# z7 {/ ^0 Z' }( JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( E, h$ E }8 W4 ~! Y$ xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 U2 Y6 a3 k4 @" J h& u$ NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; b; c7 x7 ~# e6 O x0 _# E0 P3 v: F9 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ s' ~6 }% _1 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. n+ ~7 A% H' |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: k9 \/ P& u: C/ ~- g1 i, I- FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + Y6 g+ R, b7 c$ t- y9 Y+ L4 ?
8 D3 K& B7 h1 l, rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 X3 {0 A, l* H$ \8 D
How you suffered for you sanity,
# q' v- K0 g" ~How you tried to set them free,
) w Q( t3 R/ OThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 K2 y1 B: x4 x
Perhaps they never will. |
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