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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' J$ |! z; }- m- E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! g& {8 K1 H, u/ m( Z: {2 l( @! r1 uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ I* ~4 r, W, G( P! A! O' R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: X# t4 v% I5 @; b% {7 k! i3 jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,* f& g7 m9 x( V9 e, f+ d
How you suffered for you sanity,
; L2 Q7 Z! d8 h- J( Q8 A+ sHow you tried to set them free,
; \ n0 ]! D$ q( V, n9 e$ l dThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 \" r; K0 F( K. K# n/ f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . b! W! M% q6 \5 C' d. \. L& @: M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 E6 `! R$ c2 T: g1 d J
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 C* [4 z: [/ t/ k' e+ s8 Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 v! u# I6 r! X
5 E) \7 r: E! N& a% L5 y+ _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 R1 ~6 p) ^+ ^* C" YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , X# e: `& L9 y( t% c$ [8 E" N% P
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 F/ J' a; J/ q6 CBut I could have told you, Vincent, ~3 G t' @+ z- z/ i, h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! k1 t0 N! `4 r) Q+ W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + j$ Y% P% S6 b) U: w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 [( m2 i3 k! v# j, v
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 H7 Q6 q, p/ M, g( ?/ \
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 0 {# N/ I8 v) ~' F! l1 O. b* a: [
How you suffered for you sanity,$ x+ Q( b' Q9 R8 y
How you tried to set them free, ' H! ]6 _+ _, \9 U- v: m9 s
They would not listen they're not listening still,
. ?% U* S8 @5 ~- Y4 m8 TPerhaps they never will. |
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