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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( \3 L" n3 g8 }- _/ V- VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! H5 e+ p v1 V% ?8 A, j/ zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: A6 q: r$ ~5 ]+ g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 [8 J9 q) r' @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,0 H4 {/ x( C8 B, b) _/ x! w: c
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ k5 D8 Z0 r0 C0 J) tHow you tried to set them free,
1 ?0 |- Q/ f9 O9 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 ?. m" E; Z, Z2 R! _6 nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / |. T/ q' F3 p) \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: U& c. u3 l/ N5 }; C: {. BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. g; v5 L, O4 r, ?5 z+ W9 \- qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. o+ i: L3 o& L y/ @+ m: e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! g0 w3 Q9 v) l4 k" j( mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ d3 K9 O- w- {2 R4 f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , u- K4 n8 C. y, d- z
But I could have told you, Vincent, b% X- b7 L- z/ H5 }: J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 f4 `3 m4 I; V6 `
( ]" S' m2 e6 }- `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; n/ X+ n# |& N& SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - w( ~" m! P g, p- z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 o+ G$ K: u7 N7 |* v+ W: ~* CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) e% @9 f8 l( X5 Q1 b2 t$ Q
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! v! \9 \' F5 l& k! qHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 Q6 V: I9 {8 B9 o1 nHow you tried to set them free,
" T/ m9 E; ?% c+ K0 N) iThey would not listen they're not listening still, % N: T" l6 b- W; D
Perhaps they never will. |
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