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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* h% }) s4 y: Z: L2 t2 \+ |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 M! t, D: ^1 c) d6 Q, s8 A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 Q' d/ o o& V# E$ S2 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 X. ^/ V2 l: Y) B$ w% f, L1 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* N4 }$ P( F) s+ n& QHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ K5 A5 H. }% l5 q) ?$ ]8 |6 z& Y$ P OHow you tried to set them free, / V3 {, c7 t3 u% \7 l( |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: e1 g% {% \( iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 B; n2 Q7 W R( f4 ]$ SSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 b) ?' R" @: @' p; k0 e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 V, ~4 V1 z4 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 W! X$ x( A& t& h9 R; l
1 D* W- ~& |8 S( I! mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : g! `4 L/ ~" ]; e( q- R! G+ W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + T( d F: Z3 X, F4 v
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, v, H; Q! b$ JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# L8 r P8 u l- wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 W$ F6 ]( E4 B. y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # F! L+ k, Y' ^, f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 ~: r! f' v0 B( }/ o/ Q- QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ s. k5 ^8 G8 f1 B. Z5 ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 t, M" P# u) D+ \) O# y. X \2 P" E
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * D+ {& q& `8 q% _$ m( u& _
How you suffered for you sanity,) \7 j r8 c9 H2 _
How you tried to set them free, ( O# @' R C* ?- d; Q# v& U
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. I6 `7 g* p4 j! P" s. BPerhaps they never will. |
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