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3 d& V* E# Z& w% VStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; ]- s! h4 B" O* R# v0 I# Z# V. h' g& ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 q6 g8 O% W6 M1 dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) C2 {4 n) E3 }" v9 a. T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! D# x! _9 b8 r9 U% J3 k
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,+ Z/ a2 {* |5 {! e
How you suffered for you sanity,
; S# d# m/ F. d% k+ r2 y/ p$ iHow you tried to set them free, " T8 ~+ Y E* Q* C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 W3 n- O5 K ?/ ?6 ]3 J1 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 [2 x7 B. b8 KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ o% n3 \: ?& `0 nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , t" O t2 K2 S' O9 m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 D# g: v' u) g2 p$ T1 ?+ d
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: X! T1 S+ x, S) z8 A7 r/ G- wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 U$ E% D7 W+ q" b" R- m" |You took your life as lovers ofter do, " f+ X# A; w" K/ f$ P- p3 Y; d
But I could have told you, Vincent,
! ]* d9 `6 R- {8 TThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) S9 m( Z3 ~ T& U0 b9 BFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 H5 b* E6 t: p( i1 e3 D0 H& CLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
n) C \, j7 }: a8 P KThe 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,
" T; _! T6 D( ?$ \: H+ ~How you suffered for you sanity,
/ u, W" V6 P$ i; ]How you tried to set them free, . L( b( v/ P# c, S: F* e
They would not listen they're not listening still, / }( ?' [8 p# Z A- F# ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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