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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* b& j- r O- \! |0 g7 @# I# G& D- x' A! jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ {2 s7 v1 D5 j0 f: w) X& g, XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 C1 e# o T8 J0 {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; P b% U3 T, JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, B; X/ g7 a0 S7 T1 q; BHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 V7 i2 Y' k3 O* ?8 j' l
How you tried to set them free,
$ h# D) }$ [% r0 I1 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 }7 T; c+ d5 ~! l6 v, CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! @( T2 @8 E" {5 v) B5 Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ I |. ]' i7 j q' v2 n/ YColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 m8 _/ v D- U5 D, g$ oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; E2 \" _) ^, ^1 w
* Y' H: O6 {. v8 |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# O" q3 l6 r3 KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " w5 [1 | Y& U9 b' b" h
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 T5 ]! b7 ?& i: O+ |& H1 @: ^0 YBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 |9 m1 F" i7 z2 Y, d( |9 n9 ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . Y, d; [+ h I' O! o3 G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! u: e$ t* \, a' T& V
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - h1 M* M S* r9 D- W8 z* @
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 H: k" s% |. M8 X- o5 ^9 c6 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 A+ `4 M8 K6 @- W
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 C: j+ b! T% K% E5 `
How you suffered for you sanity,7 I. T/ `. ?+ X F+ J8 `
How you tried to set them free,
% b) A% q: E }8 o/ O; K i% jThey would not listen they're not listening still, " a5 Q+ o# }: ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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