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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : v: z" ?5 t7 T" J7 Q1 R( R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 Y3 M/ ?4 R8 S2 A3 g8 s. ]' }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. Y8 y( W; L& H- C/ NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( c2 b' W$ X7 Q1 Q; R5 \! cNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ }( r1 `# u R" C6 |" ^How you suffered for you sanity,
. `4 K9 ^7 ]) nHow you tried to set them free,
I2 q/ i6 J+ j. JThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 L5 \8 F2 N+ t9 S; P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ( I. l7 T! P4 P! i( i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : n; {1 `4 Z0 d% V* M6 a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 R( Q3 u/ J/ Y, J
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 W$ o( n* B6 h, [$ f q: q4 b
9 r3 y z# m4 `/ zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ O2 V2 Z& X5 oAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + B! y8 H/ u2 L) e4 c5 m+ Q4 J2 b T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 O$ i9 O( O+ A5 p& Z; k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ P; y; m" M. d9 ]* UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 O' T, [4 C5 t% s3 J
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! b' R: {" L4 A S) s; h/ b% [1 nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 d5 | U% S' ?4 ^( x. U2 d! LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / `2 s, t; l# \, K. q; k2 V2 ?
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, , N6 \' j" ^: x, N h9 \ r
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 v( P3 T! h2 h* j% }( M5 u, }How you tried to set them free,
& q2 z1 j" B$ b& rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ [$ C0 g" f8 u5 i7 j& b0 @" f! yPerhaps they never will. |
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