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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 x& r+ o) u8 O7 p( @/ w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ U# Z" ^. E9 S, ~9 w: `4 WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 o% }; i2 G1 V6 DCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& b% U9 _5 {+ l* `0 WNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* }$ F: P5 f3 J( G, z
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 S: O: R. n/ r$ P6 e: `+ Y: N1 ?How you tried to set them free,
( C( S8 S. C i" n( D/ h# D9 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ B; i& l: L0 e0 c% x* }/ T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 @0 K* l: k' W: X! X( E" }/ oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 h) e- r; ~$ _" n3 D% WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, ~4 M- p, v7 n/ ?1 B0 gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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N) A7 j6 f/ R% S! ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" b- }; W2 Z7 ^, R+ K% @; QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; H( z- j* I1 ]7 |+ O" ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , \* Q* Y; u& { I8 {
But I could have told you, Vincent, 9 q. k/ k) D* O4 I' z! I( H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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9 J" S5 P" j6 i+ SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ R/ p+ A+ w B+ [; J7 _$ `/ \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , A0 W: m& r' H: I! N( S
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ w8 m! B7 _+ a7 V( [) n* |The 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, & ]: {3 s- D0 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
- r6 `% u3 b9 I) _How you tried to set them free, 0 Y% _+ I+ ?- B6 E
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ a8 @( j- D$ ?6 r& _
Perhaps they never will. |
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