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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 S7 [# l1 \1 Y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 x5 T* r) u3 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 }- {+ c0 L) r( dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 Z9 U g& {- O& z6 QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 b) z8 m! O; Q0 P! C$ H
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 L: }1 v( Z" F
How you tried to set them free,
1 [( {1 _, O# H) Y h7 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( c; v3 A% J& L$ H" BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( k& D6 N8 h! _* N4 PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 c& t4 `3 ^3 a- U0 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! I, e0 j& h8 i* {" C6 t% B- h6 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) f/ _9 ?5 }, e0 p. L b
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 ~. E5 w+ W8 ?# C: a% JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # I% ~2 o0 i/ l' c; R: U" j5 a6 ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
V5 F, W: p9 n# o3 K" h- SBut I could have told you, Vincent,
7 l4 U" G5 M5 B2 k7 U0 E8 A: W- E3 MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: M! z9 k6 B6 _- P, }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & x" A% g) ^8 c' o9 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
h. ?% P* W/ B) _8 WLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 J9 ^- Q- u( f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 z4 J) u) A! Y4 D9 z) ~0 x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 [9 s8 Y" R+ L) P6 A4 a
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 @4 V. a- ] eHow you tried to set them free,
v# T/ ?1 t" F4 rThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ c+ c+ c( c, X8 l* C# g/ A8 }
Perhaps they never will. |
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