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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 q1 T$ L; d7 T% ?: d3 p' G' g8 g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" `8 z$ v% M0 `8 f+ H0 y3 h7 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& b' j! ~, O9 g* R0 ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 z5 z0 `6 i) `/ F- K( F/ QNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 K8 W1 G6 `, J7 c& _( FHow you suffered for you sanity,
. Q! N3 b6 F6 o# p% oHow you tried to set them free, 2 z, g3 u. p; f$ X& p
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 g4 d! C% e6 z0 R. BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, E5 u7 m2 y3 B8 s$ E, V( gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 | u. r9 U4 m1 C7 TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" ?' C5 Q5 h9 k& tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , r- A! g6 N. F2 }. v* x
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' R9 f7 F2 y1 ~2 ~5 \$ h5 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 C% g/ K0 I+ F* [: o/ p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 V1 b2 i+ Z! x# m
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( e0 I8 A9 R: ?, G7 e' h; mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 u2 _" |; I- h2 f, j! H& e
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- M( d$ x7 _7 A+ }& R/ gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 F5 ? I/ }# n2 N; D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 a. I c; B5 J) O9 r) N8 Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 y7 F1 l8 r7 k. _8 Z
1 m) M4 N4 J: wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) _. |8 D9 X6 T( [3 ~, Z
How you suffered for you sanity,+ s4 ?1 D" B' N @3 Y/ y1 _4 _
How you tried to set them free, / s6 b! ~! B3 J- `/ w' h8 F
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 m/ c6 z7 [* q# F1 \+ ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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