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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! {1 ~4 f0 b% r. }6 b8 k- ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 e) X4 O" d M# @1 E. F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) e. ]$ K1 i$ P, L- H1 u- Z7 K2 bCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. p5 t% ~6 M4 v4 \+ H9 O# RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,! n9 O5 ^. M- h2 R
How you suffered for you sanity,
* O! q4 J) p9 ]5 nHow you tried to set them free,
' u( P5 o4 A' I6 I0 C1 y; D" m( UThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # {2 [) Y3 h6 D9 h. G+ N2 N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ K8 m* h8 D; U3 E& M+ G0 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 {5 L3 ?$ v! ]% V" i8 J. e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ N- A s) `: Z% l% h9 D5 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - e4 y# Z7 Q4 T H( u
1 T: a- \% d2 [/ ~5 U+ O" D% I2 zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 W8 P3 y9 Q( i4 ?& `$ {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% F1 ?- @- r/ S+ @7 \( U/ m! U8 MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 A5 F8 q, S% C
But I could have told you, Vincent, , z6 A6 i3 U5 O5 t. z. t$ ~3 `, |; g2 W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ d. n2 K5 N/ ~+ D% C# BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ T8 g6 v% U9 t1 d( m" G+ @6 |/ W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + J* d& ^5 N3 C$ F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & q! X9 N- k% J7 I2 a2 G4 i# |
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 @# w' u( J- U/ b9 @
How you suffered for you sanity,9 `1 G8 z: _" h" `% h1 \
How you tried to set them free,
; x9 Y7 r H8 P0 r3 {4 f' Y8 rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
" R% e0 N) G0 Y8 v5 fPerhaps they never will. |
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