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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 [% q7 u" v1 {: b6 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ], Q% h3 j" B" }$ U
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 i s5 ~( b5 o0 d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! g5 X! l" _$ B" `& c+ r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 ?) @- r( o& B) RHow you suffered for you sanity, # Q( @6 _" x+ d& v3 c8 }* }1 |& C& h
How you tried to set them free, 0 K+ j8 B. x! F
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. J3 c7 f3 b* Y6 r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- z+ q9 k& Z% r7 {0 BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! j: {# O( v8 V4 h
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, [# w* Q9 Y6 c0 s6 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 B7 v% l4 h% s6 w, a1 U6 \9 F
* r0 `4 b! v6 M: \/ n$ {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 D0 M) O0 @9 M# [( wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, & T: P( Y- v% C# F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! Q- g8 r2 Y6 ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
% P* w+ R9 S3 |$ a- JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 f$ S6 u& V9 P! B3 R8 g/ i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- |, j! @( D: N# `! V, |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 W& a% E) Z$ P+ [3 |Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; B. g+ Q- N1 Q8 ?* G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 w- L2 e3 p7 R# D/ P5 {
4 D5 |2 U9 ]/ z% `' Z4 aNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 h* n6 r! ~0 E+ Q9 {" ~How you suffered for you sanity,
/ z* k5 P8 o# k' B9 a9 ^How you tried to set them free,
. h7 _0 U$ i9 V- N" i7 _# y6 i1 ~They would not listen they're not listening still, j3 h. ]4 }, r( v5 E Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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