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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ D4 @- p. @; Z* A. t3 [- Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 T2 ?! k! u9 p, P" ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 J2 o' h3 l# i# ~' V& s. t: W7 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; ? t: ]9 H& b; ^
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' B8 \4 q; C; U: k( I/ Y* n$ Q0 w
How you suffered for you sanity, - Y3 b9 x% E" C2 \! q4 Z
How you tried to set them free, ! e- v( D4 s2 A# r' }% q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 d! Q y/ i5 T8 }: u! pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& k3 [$ @$ z F3 }2 M. m; U# T* VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; ~) k1 h. b" M" d) `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 s5 e7 s- G+ V. A. E2 e. u/ V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 d1 H' u1 h" a" u4 l7 V! K3 \
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 o4 Q: Q! W/ }6 _% {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 { K0 g- \ e6 ?) m& G& j$ w7 L
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; z1 c2 f. \2 U1 g8 y5 p$ C' g
But I could have told you, Vincent, # S* T+ V' H5 |; ~4 D7 |1 R$ s% S
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 g8 W8 ` `* o( y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% G5 q0 Y1 S% h- V1 v) [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" S# \& G A5 t- j& [) r9 P3 Q p+ YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - M: B2 m% S2 a% o { S5 W
2 k# n) j- q% B7 X2 NNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: v- y& s( |# R. X! K# N# uHow you suffered for you sanity,
' x: K6 w0 x7 j: B& z4 dHow you tried to set them free,
) N" i- \! b0 q' C, NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; ?# Z% n' g3 c# M( i) g ]Perhaps they never will. |
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