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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) X8 [1 d; B# V3 E: M5 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / v& p. i' P0 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 o) |. \" f2 n H2 m- ECatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # n |: c# e" q3 h* k2 V9 Z! Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 z# i; a9 O1 w6 A* ]. m
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 ?( A) u( B0 m" w/ {How you tried to set them free,
" Z5 @& T; e) y3 o7 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
W- e1 ]3 M* }$ eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 U% e+ \' p# j- ~0 }) l3 p4 b) ~: x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) t3 U6 t/ @- {: p, t4 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 l3 u) W( o9 C" H3 ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 \% A# N l* y9 j. @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
y8 R/ T. \9 m- |3 G9 z) V2 W$ MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, W) n1 c! Y: I& D. _) ~& n
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' o" @5 {9 F; y" o' O) K# ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( J, v+ o: s# i5 L
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. k" s6 Z/ ~2 ?7 O+ EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( N3 R! ?, u9 {3 y8 sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . e( O' }! f& `4 Z$ h; E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - G( [. g0 ~: T2 i, o; a
7 i, P! o7 |4 H8 `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 }' q) a+ q1 i4 I1 q
How you suffered for you sanity,) _+ [' N4 w$ i. @4 w% D
How you tried to set them free,
# V. @1 ] `2 l& E. i3 O2 dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) t H% a& x1 h4 ^- VPerhaps they never will. |
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