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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : J2 W6 U* Q1 I: l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
* E, R4 r+ a/ g1 k* h6 ^* QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! z1 V% n9 M) r% l& d* R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * {$ B; g6 {8 p1 ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; [+ y' ], u0 J! A; W- }
How you suffered for you sanity,
: N; [* x+ O4 F9 G, UHow you tried to set them free, % J0 Q! d7 o$ ~) O2 E+ i( G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % ^! \! S+ I9 B" D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 `) _8 p: n4 o+ c' MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 z x( h- L4 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* R, x' f) S$ w$ e6 Q$ CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - w- o. N8 G$ W$ E
3 D6 D6 c. F0 @4 ^8 n- vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % F h8 C% K% e, }
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 ^- L# Y9 q2 F' YYou took your life as lovers ofter do, # M$ L3 D5 S/ I; w j3 d$ q. Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' p+ g+ j" f4 D* ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( j" v3 \' A2 U& W% Q! zStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + [4 m# U+ W6 g7 i4 u2 C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! @6 x8 k- x" W) C P# U# b7 j' ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( x8 d8 V6 f! w7 d" q! R7 PThe 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, ' A& B& E3 f& d- B- K$ n) k
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 j6 J) {) h. n1 @How you tried to set them free,
& E6 U$ O% _: |; z, v$ QThey would not listen they're not listening still, # m; I7 G1 f: Z" K, M/ r0 H" S5 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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