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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : ]! \" |$ H. A i/ Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ l2 E) Q! S9 W4 w4 _9 g( E9 N2 zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. H! c. _* M* J- u [0 O9 ^) PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 ~9 `8 `$ d) e! A1 `+ |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& ]# ^( s7 c" }: D7 o7 y/ O) T, N
How you suffered for you sanity, ; j+ r, f! \! i
How you tried to set them free,
" W" v# n7 }9 b) X/ iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 t& E1 t$ ^0 o! UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 I/ N/ c3 c# W$ \3 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 r/ H4 i) t8 L& h* A, k- v$ qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : _3 z) z/ ?$ l& k" O0 |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 k" N8 D; I1 G) m: ~$ m) }7 \+ ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! [! q3 \0 ~& O; X
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 t( \, b4 u& u% c3 a% |But I could have told you, Vincent,
% Q) q6 C# C" uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + N# r% A6 Y) v* H* w9 g7 S! e h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
V% p a+ a5 X0 LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - c* C& `2 X6 a" v* P+ N7 R( W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( w ~8 h6 V$ U' U2 l* XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 S/ z1 l4 X- @+ T) MHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 L4 @3 V: p& n* L; Z$ x' G7 ^How you tried to set them free, % {- J* Y2 {; M1 b& B2 x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& P7 s V3 p3 t$ P9 j0 r1 { bPerhaps they never will. |
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