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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + N/ s2 X3 K% r5 l% L, ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! u0 r) T7 [% ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 H8 a$ R+ Z, }1 S$ \. }! k0 i7 p6 JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 q% y' S6 m6 x$ R( W. ~! p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,& W, }9 ]' @, j h2 i: E
How you suffered for you sanity,
" |9 E8 `! v2 I9 L# ~4 z' MHow you tried to set them free, : U, q' r' P E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : o% M m: n/ f: x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 D( B& G, m, \: r2 v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . k( {" k) d( N7 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & @: U$ Y8 L8 v# y/ k
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,
8 M6 H C0 P9 k6 q9 o8 s* mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 K' C7 G8 n) m+ {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" P5 q" E) |! f$ q/ Z/ DBut I could have told you, Vincent,
: A# M: t7 G# f# q4 ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 l: t( m8 x p; oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 y0 t" \8 }% e H9 W2 |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: X0 D* Z! d' c" d6 TLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 P5 ]2 q0 |) I- B
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / P" O, D# S h$ R
- M4 P# x7 A, O" j, b6 }' Y( nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 k# Z3 k. b: L' n! h) g" A9 JHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 p; W) k8 e# t' wHow you tried to set them free, : n7 d/ {3 ~# q2 C3 g* K: y* M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ Z/ u2 y; F% \) R2 @! t. KPerhaps they never will. |
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