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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) |- B1 N T: e' u) f. X+ i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 Z0 P: u" n, [! h r6 uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 G, I5 [7 J. s5 L- A: t5 z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 e) H; x: G2 x; g& W5 QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
R( B, ]8 ^3 d. g; D' {& A. L% |' e$ ?How you suffered for you sanity, ' Z- m8 o8 U9 _8 X$ y8 ~9 X
How you tried to set them free, 2 R. R F' k4 N0 P1 A1 ~' V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: x- d \+ I" q J! n; G4 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 k2 r( F( o$ b( I& F+ B( x* q y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 b0 h" p1 m. o1 u' {' o6 n* r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : Z( U9 k2 i2 [$ v$ s( }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 s! d% Y Y3 v7 G9 }6 i$ E
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 B' V1 j' |0 R9 y. pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & l% m: @* ^9 n6 i4 T: C2 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 {3 I% B) X3 X
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( r* T* Q; b: x6 ?( c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 t' B1 F g3 c% TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 u3 p d% V: M4 [8 v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 z+ E( |2 A! y: ?$ v! hThe 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, * f/ r( R2 [ s( t B P) l
How you suffered for you sanity,
" |. z7 M4 o) t( w$ k5 ?3 JHow you tried to set them free,
" Z3 x6 t. t8 Y" M$ Q6 T; ?- d. hThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' w1 R. i) g* e$ }4 J
Perhaps they never will. |
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