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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 g! }* R* N. j- O/ |" C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 b8 V! f1 S3 x+ X4 C, P, _; y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# j# h) z& z) W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. P; O# O& z3 M5 c4 ?8 rNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: ]! C; h: T2 q r S/ @
How you suffered for you sanity,
* M4 {9 U( A! T! _How you tried to set them free,
! h( e+ v% J \& [' S+ hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, o/ ^5 s1 r, m3 {& m, ]% m% l* UStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 l4 \) [& F- K! d3 J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: L: m" @- k2 BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! h% C8 \3 u9 G8 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + X3 ~1 Y! x o5 u
# u7 s- h* o. UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 E& ]- J" a' Z; D* n- {8 h4 C2 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ F/ j- F" a4 D" X2 n7 ~You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 E2 ]" w( a+ i+ N. B R0 C5 J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: `' ]8 U2 X* T5 N* u9 u# pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, {& J# P8 t( V: MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( a1 b4 c. V) C% H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ O. R4 }) }: _; X3 u6 U+ _( T( tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! F$ C0 }8 _, l1 C3 y
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 l( C1 P4 A7 A4 a7 b0 Y2 D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* q5 j1 O5 t# G& ]How you suffered for you sanity,# T- @/ M2 @/ E
How you tried to set them free,
; n, u: x. X4 HThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 T: `! Y6 v& U5 g1 ?5 P. RPerhaps they never will. |
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