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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! J4 Q" v# {* a6 ~3 m+ F; Q4 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- Y" }, t+ f3 s* Y* G' cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 E5 e; F) E1 {2 i+ t1 nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- o0 | @) f. d+ CNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& e" M' v9 X# e4 PHow you suffered for you sanity,
' l# x: [- I6 ^, Q7 a0 T( MHow you tried to set them free,
, `$ ]) M* l! W; gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 S2 P4 f) n2 G1 g8 M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ \% o1 `4 ^: D6 `3 JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# F4 ~* B) |' v8 A* P5 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( a% H7 L2 J& e" T- `; |. F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ G* T* X, k S$ ]# hFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + L5 {1 b7 |( M* E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 |3 w2 ` u1 o% CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + i4 ^! ]) L0 D% I+ _( V
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' H+ L! O# Z/ m5 D- |This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. H! f1 T( G2 oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 _4 S2 p! E C- O& Y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 K) A# l2 _. K- t6 Y \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( }- j: K$ O D" I t: A% K
' p+ m$ A/ W% k- C. H: n8 K4 u& [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' a; y1 V" T7 G1 W- LHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 Z T2 J' R( m* H' ^3 h( @2 hHow you tried to set them free,
' Z; p. q+ W) v! M; B: O8 X& uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ q( P/ j- h% H7 ?7 R9 w E. Y4 l, MPerhaps they never will. |
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