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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 }- e0 X# F- t! r% y$ C& P7 E1 R5 VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 d% l! w7 Z, Z4 n$ c, @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 ^ w2 l; v+ \0 L: z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) c$ T. I |! [9 X) `" \# J( W; v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 M8 S2 V2 e9 IHow you suffered for you sanity, r: f' [/ w2 b# d, w& ?
How you tried to set them free, + S0 Q) F. f" F& ~- y2 r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. - Y) Y3 g# n$ {3 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & \1 c; f6 I- z" x, P9 V1 D& K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 a u9 F2 r3 ~% a& y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 I2 [" ^/ b) l+ Y) x7 J; NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : \* I0 b- m" o
' ^) P, H7 u& H( G! ]/ {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ X8 Y5 [5 {( b& T3 Q1 ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 |: _ |7 @: k1 UYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 v* o( {: L N9 _% r6 C
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 t0 |. N4 d% l! `4 p, R8 J* n+ D& QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # J* A; B8 x' F9 \/ c( ?( T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # x' k7 w2 |6 @- k, T4 c4 x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 k& v# D! o5 b+ F; n6 [' C( S9 SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ T O# x" O" d0 c9 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' e( w; Y. f8 G& v+ p6 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
. U- x( c! @1 Q( L, cHow you tried to set them free,
" W6 z0 K; V8 u! x, D7 |0 P' fThey would not listen they're not listening still,
1 A6 K0 Y/ F; K$ S" W3 x: jPerhaps they never will. |
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