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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & f5 c, T, ?2 g# Z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. ~' u# [! r# E2 V2 B: V5 EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( C% \3 p6 A: i2 _; J0 u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. . p/ }+ k% I* J, x# B# z) s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! t+ G T0 m, sHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 l% G, c" s" r- O* mHow you tried to set them free,
3 J ~2 j4 H* |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ M+ j, e% y( V GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, F) |6 l7 U, S& W& c5 B2 B& b: b# XSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) e% U1 T {( }0 k' C# eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 {$ K& ^+ m% ~) S) p) aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . F6 V6 O/ M. R$ l) V8 J! F5 M
5 W, G" x9 m: J/ Y3 f0 a3 ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, * q# a( D0 S; ?* _" Z: R& B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % H2 C v/ u& C6 j* P ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: X# E4 R L$ d( j! j2 e- mBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 C/ j% ~( a' b# s' IThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & V6 ^! {' s8 k1 P2 I
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 r0 b$ |8 K# t% z8 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ v6 i5 R( {# N2 r0 S0 }4 tLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * u* b0 D* ~3 v- [" }4 \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : @4 F2 R6 n5 w( S; N
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 q/ P( U2 O( I0 b% I
How you suffered for you sanity,# L% D) ^% ]1 }' g) @0 J
How you tried to set them free,
\5 J3 F8 o; @' i t6 iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ f1 `. A. A. \ B R: [. qPerhaps they never will. |
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