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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - C! n1 A3 I2 V, Z3 i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' l4 c7 k% z2 f& z4 ~5 w( jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ o$ J; m/ ]9 `$ y- w1 }/ wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; }+ o6 h4 @( q9 ^) |! e9 K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) ?& T" J' C) \( X( c
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 d, `0 t" w! `6 k( i" l
How you tried to set them free,
# q0 L+ j! U9 |- |" pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* @, m0 l5 r9 X6 K. S: H/ v+ ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 O# ^8 u0 K. }" J; }, Q j5 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 m, H' t7 m5 ~! XColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + Y9 h% C7 ~% ~" y. q. u. q! r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - S5 X* t8 p5 E0 I; T& ^# n
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# q f# A- P) D2 N) r: eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& m2 B2 s4 ?1 ~* W6 M( y9 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 X9 Z: O: \& \) j& e
But I could have told you, Vincent, . ^7 w; ~6 f2 O; ^/ k t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 q7 \. n Y8 C* m/ S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 K; F, R, O0 ?" \- h1 pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) B6 S d0 ]: o& C8 [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # w( U, t- z1 n" `! o/ j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 A7 i6 k0 j- u5 V1 O) e: o2 r
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( N( f" k* L4 Y/ G( q
How you suffered for you sanity,( x5 C# g8 ]2 a5 D K
How you tried to set them free, / R9 M7 V, s/ T9 _& f
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 ?" a. G1 V V
Perhaps they never will. |
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