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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 B4 H% j9 _9 H0 P( o- b( b2 j
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, b9 b; X8 ?3 A9 k9 n$ XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( A6 ?+ N& e" F" k8 u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" L0 m$ S& v* \% {Now I understand what you tried to say to me," e3 J8 Q2 M$ s) ]2 q6 [; S
How you suffered for you sanity, : ?+ l- V+ H5 g8 f2 z8 g
How you tried to set them free,
6 y# \- I+ _1 X0 X& NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 o1 `% R( n7 P8 g# ^, S) ~/ `
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; H6 o+ b% J% t6 P) F) MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ D z- b$ J' M: FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & J% f/ o3 x" d. j3 N4 y! \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 @; k" ~. f- a3 Q# L/ kAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" A+ V- Z3 A% f0 Y& pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + e- X' C1 L" `5 a r+ f0 o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# Z F; }/ ]3 b% vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& g. P/ ^1 A. B9 c( q/ Y! dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + U3 C' P- V! |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- Y5 [) x3 c0 Z% _. ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. A2 ^$ K* \7 C& WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. a6 R# ~8 `3 Q |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
7 l7 T1 ?* u8 m/ s% F' P; M) Z# D) rHow you suffered for you sanity,
, i! W) g5 ?% ?How you tried to set them free, ; x! {5 Z( I8 i$ M$ V
They would not listen they're not listening still, , R6 |8 ^8 F7 r$ c; o2 _0 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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