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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 ]7 f% d6 z6 Z. p9 ?: K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / H3 ]8 j- _& H, t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) f( a6 S6 A, h6 w
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- s" H. T8 G4 C, V& M- h2 M/ v vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 x+ f f( u2 z6 ]How you suffered for you sanity,
- _* M7 H5 b# U7 ]How you tried to set them free,
1 x; o- h! h0 m" J! ~5 wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' p* J! @0 X& U. {Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , b% |; O2 j- N% N |5 P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) v% G- |8 k2 h" WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* v m3 o' \+ F/ L% e4 s( z5 F' D, lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. K) H e5 m/ I) N" ^3 |
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 U+ y+ G$ I; _8 a/ eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) c/ f" `9 L( G5 h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" }) n! j1 @% g# M5 mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
, K9 e+ o1 ]; L9 T. c4 Q2 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 \ f3 f* m. _+ L, T
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" g2 Q: Q& j, [. N7 N* `: ?* kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 K6 @$ E" t* e2 LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) ]; S" i. v, @% u9 K2 ~
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) y. E6 H7 T- [2 l) j- Y6 W5 `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 K. g/ r# |5 z; q& L1 ?How you suffered for you sanity,
7 A- @( r" c$ R g+ i! BHow you tried to set them free, - z" ?8 |7 L; L" H$ t3 z" V
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ \! F5 X" E" p1 v, D
Perhaps they never will. |
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