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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 ~. v1 B0 S; a2 J3 } q" u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 k5 m2 e, N+ n1 E7 `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) R" \3 w( ~/ K
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , |' W6 @% u% T; Q' F* ~/ q/ ]$ L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 c2 Y& f( Y; e6 \" w) QHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 {& @& c; f8 J" S o" F; }4 JHow you tried to set them free,
# _: ~6 u( M X& vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* D5 A7 m, g' [0 W+ _" T1 e3 vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 I8 q$ v" S( N$ n" C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. Y2 J \ \6 k3 FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # J+ S3 U% H, q1 X3 ~1 w, d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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, }3 a: M' f5 z# ]! GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 b: C% K* z( `6 @$ _$ v- E- ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 X- k3 N5 B- G5 @" Q5 \' f+ wYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * E1 X0 c- F) _; Q1 [9 f
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, n9 N8 f6 X* B& i l# k$ WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# s3 n# I5 y2 l) ~; [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( q5 D1 B3 ]; ]# j8 F9 m$ ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ ^- H' a' h) M5 E s3 N) ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! x e+ W. k- @# V5 V5 ?8 G6 i8 A
: p6 y/ i% p) Q% C5 B4 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ l+ R0 s! ^8 G3 l' i' e7 BHow you suffered for you sanity,
# u* z6 j. o! N0 g& O6 L, BHow you tried to set them free,
+ i/ O; j E8 qThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ r3 j, R* U* R4 X2 Q4 @# E* z
Perhaps they never will. |
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