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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - p, S; Q; Q/ y2 h/ s# i) X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + O+ T7 h- g& l( q5 y) L& m5 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ @ `1 N; }3 wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 Y) f0 H1 {% s }$ ~: X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& p3 E2 }" u) H8 ~
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 @. T* ^/ N: E: |
How you tried to set them free,
9 Z& W# c i: EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ K: Y0 H/ s0 M' _ vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 Q+ J% T7 a+ l/ Y
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 R* ?4 H0 C, F2 O lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 v6 y- y O4 |2 h' j5 q% I5 ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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/ T% P' X! @4 y) b) n! uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 e; F+ U& y- G4 ?% Q8 C8 X$ C! yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 E% X! Y D( t& RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) e( ^0 ~0 I8 f6 B& [3 j* ]But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 S6 p9 T( F: W, T4 A S4 m% kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ w$ H0 t, b( w3 T' Y. u/ K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 [3 T* M" h3 V+ K4 [1 b% X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % N0 f# ?( }( w
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; O6 H6 U! u; y9 r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! T8 H+ P& x. _" }# xHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 F- C. h. r1 ZHow you tried to set them free,
( j Y9 p0 R% @) C/ @They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 T* Q1 ~" F) }! s0 M. }: PPerhaps they never will. |
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