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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; s4 d) V {$ `6 ^5 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, $ ?( p: Q. F2 }/ z; v5 a1 z$ s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- V# Y$ }6 K* h' k; p0 a4 a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 Y9 e% ]( n2 t! E4 k/ w. f% [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 {% V: j8 J6 |+ ^$ O2 W# aHow you suffered for you sanity,
" I8 `5 s0 l: s1 k5 e. THow you tried to set them free,
6 V6 r4 A2 u V3 @5 y$ EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 8 T7 E( ]/ C& B3 u _2 y7 _* w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 f. J, P0 D/ q' S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, V$ u" E2 _+ i" f* E8 ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 i4 ^! B# V, o" s& i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 A9 k- {5 q \- L7 J4 R
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % d1 w3 R' U) x$ T, ] M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! P& a: E5 R+ hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 w( h$ h/ q2 t; y3 gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! D+ P! N v# U; \: m: D, hThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( h6 a3 m( S$ a5 z9 `
) W+ Y7 n; a# Y3 S8 r; [# bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
n( y! @& _' [, hFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ M- Y, M8 ^; D. d1 p$ c' |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 ]" _: K# z- f6 o' d# ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 5 c: z7 G- W% W [; V$ N, ?
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' i4 y( Q1 _5 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
' A% a0 V5 S% [# X1 cHow you tried to set them free,
% f/ s* [1 [7 H8 Z+ {They would not listen they're not listening still,
" @* ]0 v6 p/ k$ s; J: y5 _Perhaps they never will. |
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