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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 Q7 P8 Z/ A. e( u- o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: { Y2 @# W+ B/ p9 R9 Y9 L+ lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' n6 W7 r( O$ v) B: `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# f: R5 a7 Z5 a+ L6 T$ ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 p% O8 O$ C/ y
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 m, \7 N# J4 I* d! cHow you tried to set them free, + M2 }- @7 _9 V0 I1 n1 ^
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) V( V& T" m% p4 s% h7 N8 {! aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) c& f, H1 s, b5 Y( n4 p2 Y" g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 `4 x' ~: g! _/ yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( W& ~% N' [4 rWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ z" ?" M" W: { d( S9 ^
* w( o A$ o! M+ I8 T2 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 h6 f# e/ y0 R6 cAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' {( o, Q! a- X4 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' r5 `$ Q( p: B+ ~, h1 EBut I could have told you, Vincent, 8 W) k& l# G- s
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 w+ K% Y6 f" I/ f6 i! t4 k6 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 \$ i U4 {! T6 T4 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( v; B: e* R8 g5 N1 e& F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 T: A+ }* i/ x/ J
How you suffered for you sanity,
: @8 @6 L; z! g7 @How you tried to set them free, 8 ^' r% y+ t U$ g9 o& M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 ?% \! F/ \7 ~7 G& t' mPerhaps they never will. |
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