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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ P/ k! J& _' D2 L' W: Y" V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 N! v. r( }/ L# C% T' }1 x. L. z" b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. c) e2 v) }9 x/ N: w; `0 _+ dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 b9 T2 Y0 ~2 x, Q, V& x& q$ X& k+ J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 t2 H2 t' ~# b+ ~& j/ ~How you suffered for you sanity, 2 ?& }9 J) r2 u; }) |
How you tried to set them free,
# o7 D5 y1 [8 U5 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : J' {5 A' Q) m: m$ w: g
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& ^9 [% g* f4 D2 s0 A6 o; y BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 3 y1 {2 H: T6 r5 {5 N* r5 S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 @3 X, B' ?. E: R# x2 G+ fWeathered 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, 5 u/ O5 H9 l' d6 w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 0 a: V& x+ J6 `. d) M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " h, C1 l( w% o: b' e' H
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 v* B/ m/ |/ `6 ?! U* U' \; \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 h$ z0 \* m' A( Z1 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 [+ d* T* U$ ?8 V. W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# w0 _2 N) [* w# DThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 n- ]% s3 }: P9 I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) S0 y. a+ Y+ U5 P% y: |2 m" p
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 X* X0 ?, [+ ]# h: }How you tried to set them free,
% r2 M% ]4 F; P$ v" V& ?1 CThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 _& S3 v F0 Q. l
Perhaps they never will. |
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