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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 w$ B. d+ D* W! m0 b( }! R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ \2 V( `2 t# h4 FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- r+ X1 p# x# s: N$ R2 P: vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 A0 R' F, _" |8 h+ Z3 ^, R' C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,, Y! h$ X, ~: R* ?$ ?
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 _ Q# L9 v; Y% a4 j. s" U
How you tried to set them free,
2 ~* O Z# w& e* K. j! |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 L) t2 [0 \$ k h! i# J. ~
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- u) J u$ f1 t: X$ ZSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 j* P1 e( u9 ?. f$ _4 f V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 \& U: k6 E7 A7 s$ F6 B$ k# Y! xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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& q6 x; j* r3 O8 h4 X# OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" v* s9 Z# x, T& ^/ JAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. u& y' H3 j; ~You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( |- Q+ q3 \4 G9 p" x3 l; W5 |But I could have told you, Vincent,
e: {. Z( y9 {% pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * L5 i2 q# V1 y! Q S7 A! o
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, o& R+ `5 j4 Z) c, NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 n' z4 b7 G+ D6 r% uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' ?7 b# k& L7 B* W( N. c% G; H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 O4 w/ V S' K8 `6 c1 q4 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,1 O3 [# B" Q% Z2 s: b
How you tried to set them free,
2 d: Y3 a4 J, K0 J0 u, }They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 `' h R" ~: T. F
Perhaps they never will. |
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