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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 q6 X: p( K7 O$ A2 y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + M( U% m$ m# C, y$ n5 |- d7 z* Y; D
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% V/ l+ O, I& G/ ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , p# \- ]1 ]0 Z1 b4 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& K3 r7 }" R: R: O Z* I2 ~" gHow you suffered for you sanity,
. R5 m" `6 c: `8 q( S0 e( dHow you tried to set them free,
) T% X% |3 \2 z* }3 u0 Y8 KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 N, T3 T0 w; ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 m. R: H- ] C/ D: sSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % t/ N: t H: |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 q) H2 Y8 e* z% X5 {" j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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4 k" \- B1 m5 y+ [ `' aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 k! C0 p( D3 l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + y: s2 f% I4 g! g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : t) c1 d9 I) e5 G4 P# J7 t' x
But I could have told you, Vincent, & o& q' G0 e& w" O
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / J0 @" z4 Z9 n
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& @; H7 i' V3 r4 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # E3 e2 }: K7 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # w4 \0 R# Q+ Z: ~. s% w8 ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , O1 H7 t, s# B& Z3 c2 R
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 X: Y# M A, s' U3 N! o4 MHow you suffered for you sanity,! K; j! v, F8 l- _8 L4 h( j
How you tried to set them free, + `( @ P# ~" s' X0 P0 u
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 s7 ]# q ]! k/ V% q1 ^$ a$ H: C9 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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