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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' Y, v( X& j7 d5 {8 [$ J8 C$ s ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ U. ?7 E% H/ Q/ D& s: z6 J! ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" g+ Y: Y! N5 j1 q9 W3 D# xCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% ^" y4 L: y2 \8 a1 z5 D# GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 z' U& y; P" H/ JHow you suffered for you sanity,
( ?& G0 p2 J; Z/ ?! _7 N# t% S9 h- tHow you tried to set them free,
B6 v6 O5 w! h* {/ ~( eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; d; B& m. L$ Q' N1 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 X) y/ r% @- Q; A- f& L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 B* _" U8 S) T" EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# N6 J& k. ]6 T2 V# ` tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' N( b( {( z* [% XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; C( E- C' Q% P3 I$ e* {$ r
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 _# S# n5 h8 E! p5 V8 k* g. o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ `' L J8 q/ G( E: k- vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 q0 [/ P2 |% L+ F+ N! D! t4 ]Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ X) m: N) x& B, N9 B' t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 \$ S% s" u1 B$ b
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - E6 Z, x# r5 Z( m2 ^
. R" l) R- j. F! LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 r9 T- @ p* O
How you suffered for you sanity,) W+ X4 \* ^* k
How you tried to set them free,
( w s1 Y: p SThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! _8 W) J3 A8 i: L) s
Perhaps they never will. |
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