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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 @1 R1 d4 e; R5 V: N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
z; o3 F8 W4 z; G" m0 `6 u$ U; zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, t$ W: o- j% j2 M+ X) ?. j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
1 y9 I. H3 J/ S: D' d# RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ H3 E) p8 I4 A+ ^, C! M$ n9 YHow you suffered for you sanity,
# f _, q5 J( v$ i+ }How you tried to set them free,
9 m3 L; f/ {) A- G* Q" J2 xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 w+ ~( `8 I$ e7 i# ^9 t1 fStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ ~/ v; j% l3 V+ b- t
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, y( c8 i) K0 t) x2 x; u& [4 }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' @/ v4 r. h. U- u% o
Weathered 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,
' U+ S. c9 C* o4 `, ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) q6 f2 s+ f9 v: E* g6 ?" {, c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / _" ~3 i$ M9 U' l
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% {) p) z1 ?# j8 kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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! \" g( v) t, kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, f8 Y- [ ? L. z: k) u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
/ [" n4 N/ F1 ]' P8 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ s0 B; n* \% ^% {2 V5 Y8 J- aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & z+ L/ U) M. b" P
9 W0 Q2 @1 U ?& v! ~7 B* B# I) y, pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: i" M0 p! }' w8 X; P6 ^* PHow you suffered for you sanity,# u. v! j O0 a ^* Q- X+ |3 o
How you tried to set them free,
/ h! n7 [ M8 n) uThey would not listen they're not listening still, + G F2 I: ^+ @
Perhaps they never will. |
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