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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * T2 }2 l6 Z) g5 e6 q5 p$ c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ L: Z2 J/ Q; O* C5 R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ i4 f2 p0 S$ f1 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- O4 m: L* n( D# x6 ]7 n$ {$ u+ ]Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% |3 }# a* G( W. a4 D. w7 _6 G$ [
How you suffered for you sanity,
- ]; o2 }$ O: h3 d& c6 p( ZHow you tried to set them free,
. y/ b; p: q4 D WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ E& u; `6 k. S: K6 Q. v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, U4 M# [6 Z/ p" |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ U! k* q. \, O. c$ SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : X( Z- z# k5 k, ?- p0 R! F' b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - s/ A; m( I n0 ~- }7 n
' t s/ m1 N/ y( YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & s1 V: w* z2 q( d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ J0 P4 c2 A0 E7 c+ JYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' P E) X; J; @' P0 y }But I could have told you, Vincent,
K9 M8 a1 x6 L# \6 F9 X5 Q RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: J: L8 |0 M/ IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % v! ^7 n. R2 t D% d
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% n; O6 g5 M. f+ q. ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 e) O3 |5 ~* I3 FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' Y- r1 _- ]! `& v7 r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 M$ y: T% S; _* |# K# fHow you suffered for you sanity,9 h5 c, u7 {0 @" @5 j: P; p% Q# P2 e
How you tried to set them free, - q+ ?3 K) |" q& S- f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& U) ?- H ~: G' A5 h' a3 JPerhaps they never will. |
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