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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # _! x, E$ _$ T7 v4 U+ j" C& m+ Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! b1 M" s; o5 Z8 k$ F5 zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ c+ @ T) ^: W( A1 w+ LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' D6 t0 t8 h G8 m5 |0 w& k8 gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 J! o& k5 w: o( Z. T5 RHow you suffered for you sanity, R( I5 [0 t$ J: a
How you tried to set them free,
7 M5 F+ y' K7 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 ~1 h2 B! e \5 K2 m: `( cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , O s6 R8 z+ O9 C) z! H+ E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# u" ~9 i/ w- b6 {3 j. M' C& pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ t: s: Q0 x* D; }2 fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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$ U) Q c+ s: s2 u& E6 eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # Q4 [3 ]! G2 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 W$ h: X/ \. _6 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : Q& n4 ?- F- m+ C
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 M r( O" J) d+ \3 Z& k. J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 g: C3 ~! p! l$ Z8 p4 H
! O+ n0 R7 B3 K$ h. L" R3 d, |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 Y# n+ U; j5 ?2 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ ^3 `' G/ ^6 t9 j2 K# E8 ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * y" z, ~& m. N. _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 l) P+ }4 f1 ~! f
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" r+ p/ i4 q. q; NHow you suffered for you sanity,8 z$ V5 g3 d( r* n
How you tried to set them free,
6 m- N3 N& [* HThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( _5 n! j( w, N* f( d; X
Perhaps they never will. |
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