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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) e1 \3 ]4 Y" [5 _( `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - H; r. k& U7 l. F' {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 U- J: D* Q: v1 E' C& H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- s$ F2 O- f! ?0 E: F1 S; U, ^4 w+ ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) L1 F" `% o6 E* q$ r8 `How you suffered for you sanity,
, n' |, x+ U! Y; p# p0 uHow you tried to set them free,
4 V$ f b$ s: e/ MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; ?- l7 e' W8 d9 H6 T: Y6 Q( t( ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( x$ i/ }9 }0 L- `* q) P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 U9 N' _! e0 ], yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, |$ C/ x# p# C fWeathered 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, , I3 y8 E! k/ J0 Y& c3 j
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . n: t% R* k) u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 w, _/ O* T( \/ Q& F; P5 jBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; }" y, G; {4 Q1 E- i1 V/ s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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. J! {. \9 ?) _- q( ~1 ^5 MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ r) | g: L# n2 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& ~" ?3 K: [4 O- p1 R# J: I2 H* I6 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; f# ?- t8 T9 |6 B* XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # s& C$ \1 S6 \6 C: j5 p- P
4 W7 j2 z1 S" v% l2 n7 c2 J$ ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 _0 F% {# a4 m+ A: J4 ?$ eHow you suffered for you sanity,
: N( j, z* v MHow you tried to set them free,
8 o! N9 v- Q/ t% t: J6 n( `! A6 EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 a% ]7 ~, l6 a3 c; x" r: P. t# qPerhaps they never will. |
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