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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) j& O8 A0 ~4 A/ o4 @: S# W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ G& E4 @1 Q6 {* m4 x$ p
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, r+ S5 o0 Z8 |6 V' I$ {
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- {9 Q5 U& h% ]: l# t0 C9 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ ]& T* q! g0 ^% T1 N7 k- EHow you suffered for you sanity, / Y( [/ X3 p! O) i2 C. p) P7 H
How you tried to set them free, ' T3 f0 Z9 r, @! W! X% ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - X7 X4 T( j" u8 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- S5 M; ~% A5 iSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 o/ {% Y G: B8 p( K. m+ ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) Y) q! I6 r: [8 Y: gWeathered 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, ) J$ ?) ]+ _3 A, Q5 q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # n3 U2 o) y7 @# C
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 S5 C. u: V. k' bBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 \- P, V0 T' N$ L/ q+ p! V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , W0 i9 ^5 K& u( j$ J0 _4 g
- _' q5 @* x3 ]* |4 r! zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# X4 x/ m: p/ I& ~1 `" o: e9 uFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : w& r( S1 V: a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ q0 _0 d0 |5 j, P; LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! k. N/ S6 X1 x
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. B8 g8 M7 ?3 jHow you suffered for you sanity,8 @+ z2 Q8 q5 W$ Y7 w
How you tried to set them free, 1 D0 M. T$ W5 l% ~8 b1 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, h' Z- E# }8 N& g
Perhaps they never will. |
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