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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; B6 @. J1 `4 {8 G% E; \7 y7 y; Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , Y0 l2 U; I8 L7 e) B7 s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 `1 T, t8 y1 a+ I( a% n) V0 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % ^7 {" R# j5 k6 c) a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
' }- {% b1 O V% Y$ D* F) H+ V# lHow you suffered for you sanity,
- f, N! Q5 {# }$ NHow you tried to set them free,
6 m8 N$ q; F( G$ x+ v, LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- B7 K6 ] o1 h% fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 h4 ^! I. h2 e% u$ [1 P$ R fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
{: D. n: W9 \7 D" v/ PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / S0 d+ L" V- L) f8 D# q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # l/ K8 W+ Q: x' g4 k. H; ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 p% K* `! Q/ }+ f% `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / d; H3 h5 f F6 _) X( x, L3 L8 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 Y# R4 ~- B, {; N% q5 E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 f+ |0 N# `! B7 }This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # T" y9 K) l+ C" |, _
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! ?1 {( t% ?% r+ r2 EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - @0 ? E+ C2 F! C$ n7 }1 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, n9 i% g) \# \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; i/ V8 a; F# s( s, s5 K- I% T
* R9 q6 ?# q: }" w/ Q- h0 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* y( ]( H0 @9 g9 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
( ]6 R5 ?0 r- |$ AHow you tried to set them free, 6 Y7 A w: f# ?8 {( q2 V9 e
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 C- P( o; q# `3 D+ {1 _
Perhaps they never will. |
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