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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ) I) D! o4 V' X/ u2 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 ^5 Q0 L$ A$ j- i: X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 V4 B$ I+ F/ H3 b" \/ [: X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 ]! P' M+ r0 `' i1 jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! N. p! ^$ k2 D. B( x2 @How you suffered for you sanity,
) p! Y. f6 Z4 T4 rHow you tried to set them free,
! e, ~: c9 @+ @2 BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 M# g4 x+ _( F( N* I$ H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. j# a& Q, ]% ]$ U S* ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 o& B" ^ L! h9 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! t6 ]8 p$ H4 T9 ] x9 `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; g# r0 k. Y. Q+ W7 i4 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + o3 d; _ ^# l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; L& h) p5 g& k$ s B
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
% w% L+ }2 `# ], QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
1 x0 e' F+ A5 o, w6 P3 ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * C7 w; B: z; `, Z2 C( m
6 u3 v7 M+ z2 ?4 ?" {. c% MStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 D; y! X! e' i; wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ L+ [/ o* `$ P b& ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 G F1 a" j8 }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 `' J8 }8 h. T* H7 ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! t2 u& ?) B X2 V3 N$ z6 E1 [How you suffered for you sanity,
8 r9 }4 B* m" I. _ u( |+ \How you tried to set them free,
* M0 F$ O4 x& j* l1 w1 D' aThey would not listen they're not listening still, / Q0 {3 T" }8 n
Perhaps they never will. |
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