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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ c& d# o3 z6 J5 U. L E/ @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ ~2 \# d4 e% BShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! G0 s# u( J) G! B' i, [" y5 y( \. yCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' p1 F& `( z5 h* DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( d& Q5 T4 W, h& \
How you suffered for you sanity,
o) W" _, p' z9 i$ ]How you tried to set them free,
+ h7 k& G$ v7 @ j* zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' z- f6 S. p/ F' [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * l- l8 `# T6 L q# K1 |
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ O# u5 A9 W2 S8 @1 A7 C, g! zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. q; Y- I% g( nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # S2 ~/ L; }- J5 l% m2 J/ X
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' Z1 ]4 h$ K9 b- _. G, xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' v+ V7 j( l& ?! s- W l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : F' `8 G. `% U( T Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ {0 `0 s$ t9 Q# U! J1 K/ q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! r. Q& S$ P) W' `+ U8 hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . J. U) C9 s3 }& R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) ]" V2 l! w% h4 S+ }Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , I0 A8 O9 g: Z9 _, v1 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ N/ A" k4 z6 h7 \Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 b/ D* J4 \4 j- N2 h* THow you suffered for you sanity,- |4 v& F) E: F* ]/ e! d+ @
How you tried to set them free,
5 T% C6 h. `" B6 B9 w W, RThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ s5 q- r( \9 A/ b B" u
Perhaps they never will. |
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