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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 R0 H; H' `6 u9 x* d& fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. d* l* F0 |% v1 x3 v( dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; |; v$ e+ g, }1 h, Y/ R3 n' i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
O' y$ o- [8 E$ l. sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 C3 ?% `0 `- C, A! C: mHow you suffered for you sanity, : q, C! G! D) U2 v/ ~
How you tried to set them free,
9 c a: o/ m- f4 Q% X. K" F OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# n3 M8 b" `4 n* g: oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 ?; o& Y, L' T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 W5 H7 v* a: cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 j5 [9 N& O" C$ TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' |% q6 q. O2 _$ v8 K, w- rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: P- b4 t2 | E, D y4 D3 R3 vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ i& k0 h, h- j$ v8 LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! R5 \& a0 X* K* F. |8 i5 X/ mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 i% D5 j2 h& {3 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, " ]1 K) z. O }/ w& J# ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; G- k, J! \ t* S. b* M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, W1 b/ v! g2 R M! C* l9 ^The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; f( n, y' I' m& E1 l
V- ~6 g/ K* p3 V h* xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, " v* u: }7 ?1 j' h
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ Y7 v" }0 l a) y; ^How you tried to set them free,
% r. l2 D) Z' HThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 h* H* v& ^$ M, c' F9 c
Perhaps they never will. |
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