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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% E6 x4 x# l% C' B! mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 Q2 R) C, L! r8 w8 r+ |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ z$ Y5 Z- S! w8 Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- _, f5 C6 w+ _9 M) J( `+ W+ DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ }! f( p/ Y4 [8 ?How you suffered for you sanity, & y) a8 V4 a/ S( x0 x
How you tried to set them free, 3 V- l# c- t& N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 Q; L9 Z L) ]( j; _# f A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , l! d1 O9 D# H2 T$ P0 v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' }, Q6 l7 w3 G8 }+ T- M; oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 o2 M; f }2 o, H/ e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - a: Z2 E) {( r$ {, G, c, C- x
% {; A# H$ e$ y( Y: }+ q* lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) f$ }9 x) G9 @4 M7 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : }- N5 `" n% R2 ~! Z/ U
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 |( a; ?5 d& i& @4 C. C- I t
But I could have told you, Vincent, * H. H& r9 @$ U, y) O% d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ O7 |3 U+ p% {3 d3 L" t! t" D1 _8 OFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% b7 d, M3 P5 K% g4 N0 ~- G% [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 B4 b6 S9 i; [9 O6 U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 _) L$ y `8 d
How you suffered for you sanity,, O* m4 a+ B! ~( v W
How you tried to set them free,
- t' o$ v* I0 yThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 I* A- _; ^2 F. C! u1 e3 E$ ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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