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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 r# X7 c5 j. \( X1 @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# n5 d( g% e8 [8 H e2 YShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( p3 k' A* i* \2 }7 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 A3 l R" l: m: R4 d& j& l4 b/ ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 `$ p% H6 [( x. `, h
How you suffered for you sanity, , F4 V) J. G7 L! F
How you tried to set them free,
# z- ], F$ X) }" K5 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 j- W5 z3 C' M* _! n7 ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# r; _; ~3 w4 ~( e) wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 E2 c# K- E& a" n2 O5 S' ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" M" `' {+ A/ U7 U1 }/ fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " p( L8 f7 N( {1 g* d' |* x
: E3 {, ~( ^# k$ a/ _* UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
8 r6 {/ D2 ]* Z( f) M o" tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, . D- a: y" x+ i" C. Q% @3 [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ( |1 S+ d: i- ~5 R/ Z
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* E0 Z$ }* s P9 K. ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! v+ c' W9 |5 L! b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 T' i) r# F1 z7 S; f/ O1 M# wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; n% ]; B% A5 q! P) n. FLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 P1 \3 r$ T9 vThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! `. c; I* q% v( rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- f X* F% ^( G) ]! C: Q! NHow you suffered for you sanity,
% K: x* `( S5 Z0 m2 J2 }How you tried to set them free,
# }. q/ Z- f% E. l/ a. N- o. nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 v+ E, f- G+ J' E& S, r3 D& RPerhaps they never will. |
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