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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- \2 a1 s; g. A L0 r. k1 K; c& SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 z# y" u% X+ f6 z; g3 b* qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 ~! u$ W7 j* x9 b; F8 s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 W' f( s7 K5 l% G2 B( B! [( D6 {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 a: e: j& y, |4 o5 ^+ j
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ E' ]- G' v& X* v8 n8 X- `How you tried to set them free,
7 R0 O8 O1 c- W1 L5 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 o5 E+ ]+ D) M9 t4 U' Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: F% }9 ~5 z8 K' n% r7 VSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, `; i7 n3 R! X0 N \0 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! k0 w7 B7 g2 G; W1 n" p iWeathered 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,
9 V, s7 ]. w- U% A# w xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% X, G$ n; W0 O( {- MYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) w0 R" p# _8 E5 }
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 _' O, Z! g7 a1 k) k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 y" ?/ Q7 U+ wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 z8 @5 K3 a. i1 `0 A7 l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , p$ b3 u8 {2 ?, ~# }! w. _
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 V6 B8 C1 P) H dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - k$ j# d# ^) H
I5 O1 Q/ W3 u) aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ X; K( }7 [) X8 GHow you suffered for you sanity,7 ? x+ D+ y1 m7 p8 |- ^2 I0 ~
How you tried to set them free,
& F) H7 r0 l- U3 y; qThey would not listen they're not listening still, 5 J" ?" J1 \& Q* H: C
Perhaps they never will. |
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