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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : t2 b! Z- f9 C$ B, Y0 G$ D7 X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " V: g; l. k* G9 R3 b6 Y7 B( i/ f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 K- G% j! K/ x) L: u( u9 S0 T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
6 Y5 w5 G }4 A, Z3 L+ T3 KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,- ~0 p! g: F. D0 F) [% q
How you suffered for you sanity,
' K* S9 a$ ]% U- `4 m0 ~How you tried to set them free, x; ^. k# P8 S; U8 R l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % L+ \0 z) _) G6 \# x0 q
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. B; d( P4 z: S+ }( KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " W+ W) l3 @( _# h1 @. z4 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 n$ N' w, m6 F% nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& m5 C3 _" y, e }- LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - }& m% Y+ b. r n3 v/ X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
9 `8 U& |) q0 }" A7 r5 W$ @You took your life as lovers ofter do, & e; o }: B% j8 ~' W
But I could have told you, Vincent, - w8 n7 N8 w$ r
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; x% Q+ k5 U+ Z+ E/ M" d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! P: ^# w1 p# C& r$ ?5 V. b2 s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 B3 B' w! u: b6 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 d4 k/ o9 M$ s3 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / { D9 [5 p, ^; _
# z+ S( v2 P" E4 u! hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; W( Q1 i' d4 U* [9 h0 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,1 w0 ^# A$ ^- Z* ^- s: I C
How you tried to set them free, ) I4 z7 K o0 [- g# k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
9 ^) ^0 [/ J, J$ ~Perhaps they never will. |
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