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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . ^4 b# @4 G$ I/ O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, o0 L7 c. O8 n6 D. F% ?8 wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) Q; _7 s3 _: m( n4 H& D& DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 l+ Y1 A( x* V1 K& l2 xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 n# M2 S& s, q( i5 ?; E
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 v7 l* x5 |/ A' h* t3 x; C* ]& x
How you tried to set them free, 4 W! n8 ~ A- }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 h( ^ L" d* S6 n4 e- \6 ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ I8 g1 K3 s# _- iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! R4 _8 @ P+ {: k( K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: F% [7 {+ n5 uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 C5 O- ~( z9 D$ l3 y9 e, W: X4 M. NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' d5 ~) Z. @, n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! c0 |7 @7 C* I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + g' R' _+ V+ }0 a0 @
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; L6 ?; ~' |1 F" l( _2 _
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" Q3 \0 q8 Y, U! ?% GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 i% {1 }/ p5 j! e3 U9 K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! E( F3 x+ }7 GThe 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, ( Q/ {3 g% L3 b2 R+ ~
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 M- U8 Q' m) K/ g2 @3 F% AHow you tried to set them free,
+ z5 O' X" I6 a8 \$ Z* s, P9 {3 ?They would not listen they're not listening still, + D4 k" _ c9 A# @! G* _. C H$ K' T: _
Perhaps they never will. |
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