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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / Y% f' H3 T. `) V2 O. T' ]" l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% u/ ]* Y% j3 TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& `( D4 _) m3 [4 t9 C2 J, k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* Q5 D" F& w! \2 c5 x, q% C: @, QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* w1 n6 r6 `, z( Z: [6 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
( y4 X' L G* M2 a8 [+ T4 g9 LHow you tried to set them free, 2 M7 X! @" ?; Y9 ~7 m1 `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( G* l. ^6 o3 D; I; m1 c# l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 [/ [3 i v, F) ?) a; ]! `& @4 nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 U) X5 J0 Y) X- I% k: KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
i# r+ V+ h+ Y% F; @* J/ A3 z0 t3 x$ {Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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( c1 F( c* s( b P3 l4 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% M! `3 } H' y. r+ M5 i+ YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ Q8 `" T. K4 ?+ i2 s/ I5 h$ PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
* f( _9 E; z; V6 m ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 }* N- ]) Y7 u" ^0 w' U: ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + g1 j0 v9 d5 I! e( _# A* B8 [, Z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + _; z& F. C' S% Y9 [! r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
1 N7 A8 ~1 K' n h6 u8 C. FThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 [: ]* a* [8 h1 b6 Z, B3 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 V' I$ V2 ]4 a/ {0 b; ^How you suffered for you sanity,+ E- R. o5 }( S- l9 `! C( e* Z
How you tried to set them free, ; ~! ?6 K9 R) b- [3 R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 h% V0 h$ H: t; L. i- n) @) T. mPerhaps they never will. |
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