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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( s2 _, @- y5 ~; R4 }% _- D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! F# c1 ^' g- {; [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 }& Q5 n+ [- k5 ~; F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: m- V) R! T( X+ uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 w1 _ l% U( W. D4 O
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 `( K, h; o" W* _
How you tried to set them free,
! M3 D1 M4 A5 p q5 R# Y2 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 R3 W" N* O3 g+ Q$ g3 [' d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. a3 J7 X" ^; V6 b9 eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 c9 q! P$ w7 sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " z* b7 w' v! y1 ^6 n4 d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / C# g+ H, N P. d i
% I3 ?( q2 f5 M: ~4 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# ^$ W& l# n# O1 G: }% wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ v6 l, N8 C* D8 `4 v: HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % A, }8 ~) g! e1 g4 d; S
But I could have told you, Vincent, " T4 j" Y8 V' V& _0 { j' @8 f
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( ^3 `, Y! x& y3 F& C' OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* r* e7 _/ M5 L' g% B, l4 P4 qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 G% {7 P$ r, w$ t# w/ K! g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + m. R' P$ u9 L
The 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,
) f% T+ u# ~4 B: e4 U0 ]How you suffered for you sanity,2 `" l' C" ?% c+ q
How you tried to set them free, o5 Y" w8 {1 z" ]/ A
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 h; s1 ~( L) ]" u
Perhaps they never will. |
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