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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( L) Q4 o) N9 d; \0 m0 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: F: E. ? V" b3 {* R2 G' r% K8 DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; P2 C. s/ f. _" ]1 ]2 J# uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 r: u0 q* U7 |' v" T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
h9 \4 V. [: W4 x7 W9 K! yHow you suffered for you sanity, - D/ F; W" r5 {+ p* E
How you tried to set them free, 8 M/ T$ ]: e3 ^. x$ B& j! W! j9 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 y/ d5 Q% U' W: ^ _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* J/ J, C8 S- P! ~% @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 n* e+ k& L {0 d6 C: QColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 W/ h* P4 |9 v7 X, |+ }
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,
! o1 a# W" H" qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & B. E8 Q+ e4 q& j$ z
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" P7 ?6 R, s5 `$ h/ g" {: s2 zBut I could have told you, Vincent, ' @! {: U @7 Y6 C6 ?- `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 E/ h* O7 Y7 Z/ [
3 W- m- @2 G# g. ~+ n$ sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - Z- a3 r' b3 Q% h0 }3 j% y0 \" I% K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' m. [, `# Z. ~0 w+ B9 |* P- k0 W( H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 m: s6 a) E R/ \9 v0 s. C; GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 X8 X2 s) t* Q7 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; G( e( k/ X# Z, y6 _4 ?4 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
" x: X! O0 D- {3 ^: |6 i: f. lHow you tried to set them free, 6 `% |: f( N! e4 ?- g
They would not listen they're not listening still, : g) p5 {% b( A2 f: [- G
Perhaps they never will. |
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