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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # n( K1 h8 J( M6 D/ B" U+ _* B0 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 X0 { A# T/ C8 I2 Q5 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ s; U+ y. k0 e2 K ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " J: d1 y- W3 _; e# n) H2 F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% I- v5 N, f7 o0 R
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 ^/ n3 M! ]5 [8 `9 m8 n0 }
How you tried to set them free,
4 J5 _* D* f: R. h+ X$ OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * a- u3 [# d0 z' j* w/ W; a o6 X
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 t. V+ e& z8 c f9 L, \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - w# S x+ Z2 A8 e4 ~$ s4 r" q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 o% ~. A- N, G0 L3 G
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, Z+ K/ @- {" }" k! C' m6 @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 ^0 Y/ |6 X4 T0 U& X/ @You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 N3 I$ F+ _) _6 b# C6 @3 @ WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( m& Z& w, V* ~9 F0 xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & z! P# D$ U3 ]; W
: K; X9 \, S) k0 o9 e" tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 P; ?: e7 Z5 b9 m1 M: L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' \* l9 ~% g5 L4 |6 p, X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 W: r1 T& w" m% M
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,
+ k* b$ O* V8 Z/ dHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 x( z) y1 x- y3 U1 w0 SHow you tried to set them free,
1 M" I+ }4 {3 c; b* w% b( l( M0 \They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 K0 n. r' _$ b# u
Perhaps they never will. |
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