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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / I, [& I0 L1 Q$ L) `! _% v
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" W7 i, u7 k1 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 x, `! P& J6 @8 L/ TCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 [3 Z2 ^6 q1 K) `0 }7 aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 q6 y: t3 f& D: O1 ?0 e: c
How you suffered for you sanity, : D1 i7 |3 f$ S9 O; o u
How you tried to set them free, 5 Z0 O+ E& k6 J C. N/ H3 O6 S8 a( A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 P% ?' J1 X' W8 d4 |* A6 c: x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) u/ o( R1 E- T+ |5 W, i' YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 p4 r+ W. z( Q, iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 D1 \/ g; D: ?7 A) k% A8 UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % B E2 S/ ~3 N2 m
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + N0 f0 A, e! ], O' ?2 v" ?% U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# e$ o4 v* O' e) |* y; s" D5 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, f: O+ z; r3 `6 N2 ^3 u: u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ I' k4 ^6 o7 {2 W9 v; ~3 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 Y: y8 {5 `) r: N
* J& |+ n! E( @: EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 q+ _8 G5 o$ s5 r+ @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / C7 D7 I# N* x6 B5 |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( u. w& u) k5 hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + w4 s% g+ D6 a
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : @) q" }0 F! ]' H! K+ ^
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ _+ \& w5 q4 F* z" U: NHow you tried to set them free,
- J7 r' P. m: t& e3 w$ rThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) r( {4 b0 K% o } k
Perhaps they never will. |
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