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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 x* s* p* v9 i# A! Z2 U. r3 \* D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 m( x& X3 Z' k! o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# I7 F `$ n3 \& T5 b6 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & P& G" h( [. y5 W2 W
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 V6 ^& |6 Y7 B6 k" H
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 F! q5 _7 W7 b" `& z) }
How you tried to set them free,
@, s6 o& E+ }+ aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 r% Z4 }# P7 q+ u" J# a! CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 X+ _6 j; i- O' |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 p; w' l. J4 g3 u% E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * @- G1 }5 t) W7 p
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # d( k! @2 ~0 q1 F1 o+ K N2 {
( R% @3 x2 h. @/ _/ N& t% p8 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 h- `" F1 q+ f% G' J8 P3 o
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 E: ?' `) P* Q5 x* x4 l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : C! [" b# y3 I9 J& D
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 S* F* X, F; S% WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - ^1 l1 O6 N/ J3 z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) L" [) a( j N: k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , _+ e/ P$ @! S, T4 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 w, t. T( o( M2 Z: `' BThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 v' U, t9 s8 f9 }- v2 d
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , V) i( R# g2 B2 \! K/ ?
How you suffered for you sanity,4 C' y2 t3 r2 i1 W/ v6 b; u4 N
How you tried to set them free,
* H8 @3 ^+ B: I* n7 ?- T7 jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
2 o* u. f/ o! S: pPerhaps they never will. |
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