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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 n5 o- _! Q# o" }5 g) h/ J4 f* P6 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 v$ g/ ^. ]% U: U' m4 u9 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: F' R @, A0 q/ I% G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
i4 f8 K$ t( b. {3 wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 r+ r5 ~0 M) ?4 m& v: R% eHow you suffered for you sanity, " n4 @4 {) C/ A v" i6 Z+ }
How you tried to set them free,
: E! n$ O' \1 b: O& Z& f( j vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) q3 x5 G, q$ Q/ n2 z' m# e$ f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 B* N4 U" g& V! xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 M1 G* {; @8 ?+ n' U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * L# o7 O. [! q) j2 |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; C( N: x, S: ?3 S2 Z4 W- N
3 U* ^1 M# C4 mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ V. o4 t& U% i* K4 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / I# S% M/ ~( @+ N5 r, ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( M, M: [, H9 b5 K6 P. D! l# G: p
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 y5 E9 \3 B5 F# J7 S) y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* i# a" j6 T7 x. j/ hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ K2 U6 ?; M- M9 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; k) Z2 Z/ h6 A7 R. C8 ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 ?, o/ ]& N+ f1 e2 v0 e; `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ _# T C1 B9 f
How you suffered for you sanity,, v3 m. O/ G6 C
How you tried to set them free,
; x X! ]9 H9 e8 Y$ oThey would not listen they're not listening still, 9 c+ u' B* F' q, _( z
Perhaps they never will. |
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