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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * L1 A" ~' p" [4 N6 A8 e( @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 Q1 _* h% E. ~: c( I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 i$ [4 q6 A- Y* y2 ~, `% e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" M5 `% Z9 [7 b, P/ N9 BNow I understand what you tried to say to me,8 o' V0 ?0 ^' {" C1 @2 B5 ~
How you suffered for you sanity, ( U6 I( S) q+ j0 G0 W C
How you tried to set them free,
7 [' c/ g1 O& h. O. N7 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # _8 {8 A+ K1 v) ?8 [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( j. R8 w# u' L6 D
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: Y2 A7 {1 y3 d, l$ jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 P4 x+ V0 w0 M# |) e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; p! b, G ^: M0 ^* pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: f/ z- ^5 ?1 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% _9 R0 W/ P& I qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % [" c" W e/ s
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 |, p( d7 U1 B) ]1 [, e# H! x/ A' DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" z/ ^& |7 o7 v) y- n0 [: B3 }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& N% q" n! N6 n- o/ C1 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ z X+ T. g0 V4 E7 KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - _2 A( b" V5 A* F7 q
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . d2 R7 P6 r( p
) I. V, y7 a1 t, c: vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! j0 ^9 h7 l' v |" ~9 HHow you suffered for you sanity,
# Q6 e( `" `# A) \# THow you tried to set them free, : V4 w. `7 y7 C: ]
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 `' ]" q/ l7 X( q1 K# r1 f
Perhaps they never will. |
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