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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 c' v% l/ `, q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- v4 X! t, Y$ |) ]/ ~+ V% `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," U. l2 v5 V4 ~# z" W
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 v% _% I+ o8 `0 @% O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* q x4 w3 Q1 P( @+ I5 P
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 K+ k0 T- M- A; O+ vHow you tried to set them free,
, z+ k+ Y" T$ C1 c5 NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % Q/ J0 c) M7 Q- ^' T) Z$ u/ f/ U
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 d3 @; `- _' V5 v) q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / |1 |# o* q: D/ N1 \- S: }% M% I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; J9 [4 M4 n! N f6 F8 Z, \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 W* ~/ M7 ?) ~# _ M/ a9 e: f4 c
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ p! E& _( |3 ?4 eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
V+ k7 ]* x+ ~6 [0 E" @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 [/ |, v+ t, m. f* h/ b4 dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ R. o) B5 }2 q! O+ _0 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & W Y( U7 c6 u6 X( }4 }3 ~
9 p7 K6 B2 h$ a, \, J& N& ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* H; {1 |: s; X. Z% j% x \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ `" Q( J/ y k4 m+ p+ ]) C. C( m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * @! ~" ^% `! z# X7 r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) e2 Y: o4 U" e4 I+ K, s6 LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' Z; C- z9 j8 w+ Z+ e
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 e# v! U' T- i( QHow you tried to set them free,
M( F b7 ~; B) V* VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 U! j2 u" {7 X: e, uPerhaps they never will. |
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