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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ L3 s- l" ]8 o, cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 ^6 L2 p2 H7 ] U, a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ j3 I& C! A% R) v+ ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 {6 k7 D* Z K" o0 B9 x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 h- N+ F2 i6 O$ i& `How you suffered for you sanity,
5 G) i3 L1 U) g) t1 @How you tried to set them free, 6 ~$ \, v! _$ J
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 p2 C/ q: i! e+ ^3 l/ l- K- s. i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 H2 z1 _; e! }* [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 {) B [! S, |6 f& gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 `, r. v) p7 u8 n6 pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / ~# h" V B- z8 N$ `0 ^; R8 d0 I
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 f) x$ I5 Z, T3 T& s: E% UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( |& E4 b) V1 ~! L; j" GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 r% _& {: _6 a, ?) S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: e$ b0 }1 F2 @* D) Y, \" bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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, X- P- _% X1 W2 R# ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 I0 T3 C/ a4 W" VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 o# d/ ^* y& E' I+ M1 T
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 ^. ?* }# H' j. @5 Z, [
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 R, L2 U! e) z& y
+ p& H) |* R. ^/ f% e MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 K3 P L* A! n3 D; }How you suffered for you sanity,
7 `0 s6 t8 k, v) LHow you tried to set them free,
9 `- P6 A) E& C7 e0 V5 DThey would not listen they're not listening still, . R% n/ k4 o. Y. I
Perhaps they never will. |
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