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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' Z- y: w8 J; p: M) s: t/ HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # P! ~1 w& Z' D+ ~& |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( g6 h+ x ]: Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! X5 N, j6 D7 u& v6 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& k+ C0 G+ x5 c6 J! b! h
How you suffered for you sanity, ! c4 D2 Y' j2 ]( @2 q" P0 P
How you tried to set them free,
8 v7 [$ \8 i' E$ F7 E3 t/ oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : K" \0 |2 U2 O) c0 y: b( N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : {+ Q! F P5 z- x( d6 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 8 g4 F% M/ z7 y0 S T/ X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 m0 I% z; t2 ~: g' q, [6 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 \- G, @0 a* ?5 `% a5 C$ VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , C4 z" E6 F) G' n1 }& |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ t, R/ k: H7 l( uYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 z. ^5 h* q( O* x Q) mBut I could have told you, Vincent, / ?5 I' a0 ^( E2 V5 e4 y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% A: M8 U+ z" }1 [/ N3 nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , g! N ~6 q# G# q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # p1 `! D' k E& X5 _
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 i3 m, x9 _, `, l, R: z7 `9 G
3 B( m+ n6 E8 T& i, tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 H$ w- y3 @4 q
How you suffered for you sanity,% Z$ P" S# P! u$ ]( i1 W, A
How you tried to set them free,
1 W) F/ `/ B. \1 v _1 QThey would not listen they're not listening still, O" K! u) F0 ]4 \/ T
Perhaps they never will. |
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