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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 [7 ]" F5 n8 ?5 q: L, a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 F; `4 }7 [+ J5 ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 y# i" F3 U7 |9 m; ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' h1 r0 ?- y" K0 X- G! X. |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# y; e, H' X" v6 D( g6 Z. F" n6 w% @; t
How you suffered for you sanity,
* I4 ^& |/ q. C, K& S0 N& @# d. s, dHow you tried to set them free,
# z6 L( p+ ^2 e. M, nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - a/ A% ^5 L }* |0 H p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. g/ f& o" @# `) c* ]* pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: b. y" ^5 Y8 o* j: f6 S4 _! [! |) FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 P2 v7 |6 u% }% l9 `1 g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 B9 r. I, A3 ?7 _7 w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; d, p$ O6 U: ?% {& }6 G9 e6 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 l7 Y4 |( K4 |' d$ U' e" dYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & J# B* X7 B* e E( K+ `3 ]( J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& ?: N6 i6 Y9 `: \+ d" @This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- V, \5 v2 P! t& V) rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
a, T- W; R, F2 o& TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 c& `! a# ]& @% _$ l* FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 U4 J" I8 H; q7 O. Y, k$ o
# L" }7 a2 X" s1 `6 N. zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( o% U/ Y% v' y7 VHow you suffered for you sanity,! ~) s2 O0 Y: R/ w; y O
How you tried to set them free, * H5 N' ]2 F, {* z( c
They would not listen they're not listening still, : i" X5 c4 |9 b" K& m$ @) j. Q) Y& g
Perhaps they never will. |
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