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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ @6 R/ s9 y( a- B) }& d9 K; v2 XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: |8 W4 D8 X; s+ aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! l# ]) c: A8 i. Z! PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 U+ G. \) c- T; r2 s: \, q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( O( z& c& R- o( GHow you suffered for you sanity,
: n7 @2 q a" L6 [: i5 ~. x fHow you tried to set them free,
( K+ l: u D7 |5 }$ YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. j9 W" B, h U y$ D3 l! W9 f: }+ Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . F" c% w4 n, z6 w' S" ^( m' e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # C+ y( i; r5 [& Y5 i/ a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 R4 F7 z m$ S$ g: s5 |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ R' p* i( `2 `3 Q5 D
( l' m8 A8 u" `% U; X, I OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + W) X: z4 ?0 {/ z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # K. t4 p/ k6 _: l0 y
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 i, W$ C! v! ^+ b/ |But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 v& H1 I- f! u8 z1 v6 i- d- A
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# Z# y( \* t% A$ i) |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' r3 R, W ^9 a( B: o7 c# I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! }7 c/ I: x e7 m8 m" f1 e
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, : b& m7 @1 r1 X
How you suffered for you sanity,6 @# I; M' I7 M1 ^5 C! P
How you tried to set them free, 4 X7 V$ c0 e; b( C g9 D1 j
They would not listen they're not listening still, q" ]7 t3 f' L) Z5 l4 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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