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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / g% I1 ~ _( I4 d) W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 g3 ~7 q, e9 g! W& e4 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ a& Y! P( R8 S k+ `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" u# E. s9 U1 S5 E- |3 u# CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ Z+ L' O: H3 w# g% U* HHow you suffered for you sanity,
; A, ?5 [8 A0 zHow you tried to set them free, * c2 ~- `; @* h& n: ?3 W) [
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ t0 G. H( I A. Q8 F4 q SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 X3 J+ [/ t: [: j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, l2 l+ K. f5 R% K! A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% _: |: Q4 U, p. rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 @; X/ C0 P* f* ~- C9 \) P5 `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, : G' \3 L) s# T" F8 N' i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- C7 R+ _+ w4 d) g: r; [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& \2 l( a* E" `6 z- }But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 V! c4 U- U) _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 @% M6 H+ [: ]2 A2 g; U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) u% O7 y2 ]& z3 }+ Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ p& g6 n) n3 x! @9 {7 GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 m, w( h) p0 _% g
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, K/ i# H, K: T4 H- l% k/ W& Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
) ^# G7 ~8 W. R! }How you tried to set them free,
9 ?9 M" Z: N# W& x6 p8 f7 K. B2 _3 TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, E: x3 q7 @6 w9 P% kPerhaps they never will. |
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