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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 Y2 ?1 G, a7 W% ]/ J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 D! X3 b/ K. n4 Q: I0 i ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 v& S+ `$ P0 n7 w8 k: j" R ^/ Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % h9 s) n% r& `9 ?0 z! d+ e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! U. j/ m9 E! @6 b' M1 E* t' ~
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 ]* ~1 U* A, g$ }- _4 x$ u
How you tried to set them free,
' z9 C% |% X1 j" iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; T* m% U/ H9 p2 @+ R8 P; a$ o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 J3 Z. |: K9 |. o7 T+ w& O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- W0 B! G) U0 O/ J F+ u: A+ B+ LColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, p5 j/ O b Z) J/ L. M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 n3 k+ H! s& `% ~ G7 NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % Q+ ]+ |5 c6 s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; ~' S% R; |9 F$ K8 \* E1 `
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ' {5 S* |2 l2 s; W+ S
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, A9 J; Z' {/ {* I2 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / b" o; Y7 n- p c4 S8 y" t7 d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 l2 T. w: G' { Y3 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . g. c' M2 i+ i8 C2 o1 \( f/ F+ N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 r5 D! i5 h; L( @ R% b- K0 ~" P2 tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; v& j0 z& N, f& L+ {- z
0 L. Z0 w4 \3 S6 q) SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - D V: ^/ O2 h4 S! h& v/ o
How you suffered for you sanity,
; S4 S. D% y5 e% Q/ ~: THow you tried to set them free, : [6 Z% u' a( k2 `7 O
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 _% Q( z' q0 @2 h
Perhaps they never will. |
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