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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 ], ]. R- O) CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( R- O+ \: y9 IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ D" X# ~( v8 g7 h3 R8 M p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 b. j4 V. S+ L1 ?& z9 p( L, S( n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( w& W% R% N0 t
How you suffered for you sanity, ; z3 V) {* M+ ?1 [
How you tried to set them free,
" H3 C/ A$ k! Q0 Q8 O9 k- TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, u1 l; ?7 N4 u" C2 ^- l/ r/ j% D" Q2 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 g9 k6 u, V% D: X& YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 i. w' O- H3 ~: W$ ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ S1 k" c; M! V& V; H) w) P; I( oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 ^, s" w7 d" c) y( [5 G
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 p' K( P- L7 I3 y: {4 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( ?6 ]4 Q/ T) I" G# P2 p# q' K0 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 n( Q v' F* u$ u5 z1 l* Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( ]7 G! f9 }. P5 P+ g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - U& P, V/ ]( l2 z6 p
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 ^# @% | a [; m ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 h& \) s9 ~& ^2 I9 J. h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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" r8 y: s$ R2 n& A. h3 i1 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 C0 e. X. `) P$ s. d. e- ^* B4 [* IHow you suffered for you sanity,
I' q$ p) U9 Q; \7 N5 [How you tried to set them free, 1 w/ B9 B9 r6 b7 [
They would not listen they're not listening still, : }6 @, b( @8 a
Perhaps they never will. |
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