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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 H, {5 B( i( B: T
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ k4 I$ P6 ]% C, Q5 p& SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 K1 o4 k1 i$ B; I
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' v- p( W. o; A, Q2 ~& a$ FNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
- J4 F/ n4 Q8 g. t1 U# S0 t/ DHow you suffered for you sanity, # q2 E$ }. `2 b( E: ]( n4 Q( Y
How you tried to set them free,
2 C# P( L* N4 c$ GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + l% n* n, d! W; _6 R* V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % e$ p/ o) q# ^4 m% h* c; b
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- _3 ]! x, {) }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* K4 ?/ s. w q9 {0 ^6 U4 r" EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. `1 B+ o3 j+ a) P. K0 ?! F, S
k, h2 f# O5 j- d/ F; B" ]3 sFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * ]/ t$ b0 ~' \" r3 m: O! E& E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 `. G0 e1 X- F+ mYou took your life as lovers ofter do, [) X- B0 w( M0 n
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 J% c7 e I l9 z ?' y) N1 c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 |9 j w l7 p2 q& K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 {; l$ R: h9 _4 f6 N6 {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ O$ [/ e: d @4 t9 d2 GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ R3 D/ R" j6 D( ]* G" c5 PThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) B& R8 X2 h* S( [# k7 _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 D: o0 C* i0 x P8 l/ ^How you suffered for you sanity,) O" h& K) q9 o( g+ P' @7 W5 I6 E
How you tried to set them free, ) ]. [) T) y6 @5 e! v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 E7 O; h& l$ B$ T1 k8 x, EPerhaps they never will. |
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