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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * c1 m% O0 |& u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, E: z- \- Z. ]Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 q) j- w1 m' }4 J! z H# T4 c% oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; g* t( S( m; `! ~4 |
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: o- L8 C9 E$ Y- AHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 t0 c4 P k( Q8 CHow you tried to set them free,
" ?, K; [& t- i/ k9 H. ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 M K X6 i5 B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, Z; `( V7 K3 x' Z4 x( LSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 Q; q8 m7 u7 X9 h# R
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 S7 U ^* ^" B! _" mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 r; {% H* b2 q' v! m. UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! E8 p3 T4 x- ^! NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; g7 [. w" H& L- a/ e: z3 y: oYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / `& C+ D% P) s- A) B- P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" r3 o/ j! F7 ^- D; R2 e6 {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + y( `! Z& M6 O: P
* `. p# t$ e2 l/ ?4 t; w6 c3 M$ |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! F/ P6 k/ x0 I" j. ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / [ Q) _" g/ R% k: F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " ~% O$ Z/ V8 `+ W2 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,
5 A& J0 o* k1 yHow you suffered for you sanity,- [4 c* w) q( c0 R& u
How you tried to set them free, # p9 j/ z& s6 ] l9 A) e
They would not listen they're not listening still, * C) N# S8 V5 q4 f
Perhaps they never will. |
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