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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 y: [, g' M3 Z0 Y. K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! O+ K3 {- j/ I4 T' m ?- Q" R# Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ |9 w; n2 w1 t+ lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( A' C* C' C) `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
\* L# w% ]9 b$ gHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 F5 A: | z* v5 Q* m
How you tried to set them free,
$ n/ p: N4 J0 _- e( y, T3 SThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 W$ h8 _) b- a- [( o/ @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * k6 K/ q2 w7 P+ {) e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" Q4 D H5 D# e+ j; [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. @- {' o. G6 tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( B2 Z( c$ }+ D" o& E7 q. Y* mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# Q' ?& N& ^) |/ \& K0 P/ tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 r W+ M/ h5 `& A M; h* tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ W8 Y2 W2 W4 v6 h8 h7 X. N# qBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 _9 ^; b& T9 A: Y" U; }( Q( fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 w9 }. y, S$ F- k" X- r, Q
$ b3 Y, p+ j- W' F2 X* ?2 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: u9 |9 b& H6 Z" G& r; o5 c/ q4 f- PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - m) @& w( C8 ~9 T b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' W3 [7 {: G r2 I: `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, 9 P8 @6 U. j7 ?. {( p
How you suffered for you sanity,5 V6 K" r" b9 \" z- f; u& H; O, U
How you tried to set them free,
/ @: J& ]' _, V' _) C) x) C, |; V7 WThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ _$ P* w" G$ y* N% W
Perhaps they never will. |
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