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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 [2 v1 ~+ ~% s( V4 @+ P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 E6 k* b) C; b8 n8 A
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; [/ Y* Y8 a6 B4 Z3 w! |* F3 z |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; d5 h9 C' ~0 q, }" G$ w
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, r" U& K# e& I( J9 n% K9 ]
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 G( I* w/ }3 W" l7 H
How you tried to set them free, 4 C* ?) t- y% M: S( X$ l
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; O+ F5 X# w, |7 q7 y' n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 r" w6 q8 [% l. Q6 `- hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 o0 h; X* @! k7 _( H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + r6 E( B Z6 I/ _# O" i3 P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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6 u% N. s0 F( `- u" xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% R. g2 ?4 m( A% D) e- V( M) S$ `9 {Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- x* \) r- p; D4 z' _" a% s0 ?7 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! O$ [- n" j" r$ QBut I could have told you, Vincent, # G5 U; v) R+ |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # Z+ q1 f7 T8 o( n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / E1 @6 j* W& e. z/ O
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; q! \8 }6 }8 y+ k* U0 U9 [% B- D4 |
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * [+ [. z+ W2 p6 n2 `, W
7 l$ u+ ~6 z7 ?' J! ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + `& C/ Z0 N1 \4 p
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 ] }( O7 o) P: RHow you tried to set them free,
) |: `8 j( z d( d" y1 u1 c1 w' qThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 k' ?' D9 r0 F6 uPerhaps they never will. |
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