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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( b8 y$ z* i; H0 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / t/ F' D' |- Z$ R6 |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," G6 E+ k* q$ a' L% E, P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 K. q3 A( k4 L9 o. t7 I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 I9 Z2 {; S9 s R( T0 k: G
How you suffered for you sanity,
; Q5 q6 q1 B# ^' V0 VHow you tried to set them free,
: c9 g g0 [5 qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. m8 ^# f' G' Y q' m
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : f* u. A# E* @+ p
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : p+ }" I! f7 N5 n1 ]9 d2 E# \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
+ U+ H3 Z9 c: W( hWeathered 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,
) [. | j7 N& p" {7 j9 f2 h8 H3 \Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" Q. a0 A! c/ @+ \6 J( fYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. Y) Y' E i: E; BBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; {, G% ]& q: w( |5 I( Q5 f$ L1 pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . s* p* ~8 T$ y1 A0 T, V- X" D2 R
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 C+ x6 v9 q" x; I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 e9 K) m L7 h/ N1 w! c# l, C0 x' R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. t- ~$ E, F) o5 @: d% h6 {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 j: G1 h1 x7 G2 f B1 l
/ ?7 `! g% r5 w) M# K; @1 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' y" F$ v9 ?2 _How you suffered for you sanity,
7 u. r$ x. U5 Q6 BHow you tried to set them free,
8 Z8 V; ?& @$ }& ^. EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 b9 n' {7 b& f( I) g+ @% \Perhaps they never will. |
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