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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 a0 o9 G* H4 G ]1 W6 Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / Z. \9 w' o! |9 S) f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# _/ x' |8 d+ _1 {3 O$ q# a& V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 n& M Y( k y: {- ~! {9 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; X0 a" Z. |8 _8 l$ X% xHow you suffered for you sanity,
) S7 u0 `' @( c' ^: o3 [; b, o+ lHow you tried to set them free,
. ]2 U) M! r$ s4 w4 Z. b# CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 W9 P; i K4 g$ ^4 x: i+ TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 b# e- }% A6 }: X+ T
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : m6 v% H+ w5 j2 r! L0 S0 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 O; g5 L) G' E$ O2 D1 D+ r! q
Weathered 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,
7 t) @- T5 w$ F4 Y) m; DAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % B) I$ A' i0 g" |* o
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 [- ]- d) ]; C4 B- A% g
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 z' K% l* }4 N$ l' ~/ q: Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * J; C5 B3 o7 b7 C9 h8 W6 }
+ A+ Q2 g7 `0 A! }/ L5 Q! \6 AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ m7 ]$ Z" N ], o7 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. H5 v1 V- K; Z& yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 K% W% Y/ B% k; Q8 U7 ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * E: z& C$ \+ A$ d% u/ B9 R
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 O8 K; p+ Y( m: wHow you tried to set them free, 3 e0 _: q" s' [6 \( @9 h
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! t5 Z, O$ ]$ r% V
Perhaps they never will. |
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