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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 x H4 k, s. i- U% i) j" N7 A& @2 ZLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 S3 w1 X4 w1 V/ R- A# I
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# g1 g& h4 l% S8 ?. t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 Y: V8 K* U2 |9 _6 N" c7 @2 bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: [. U, e- ~+ g! N* W
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 {" I" J) o u9 \6 p6 d
How you tried to set them free, 5 }+ T- I3 i/ J) q' s+ x+ T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & }! S% T6 z# l7 p- |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. |5 ~: Z7 P0 z7 i5 W* FSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ [7 b& S) u% x: n" C$ gColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% ]# b. t6 A" C/ ^# SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 B( J4 e$ G3 I" I) b& {
) O& m( r! a% |- Q! }# _9 M: nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- `% }6 U: v9 q/ I/ h" k' @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' N; K' X. O( p6 k! XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# \0 }& O0 v8 k2 P4 ^; E3 LBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 i0 J4 w' ]+ ]- i2 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 o- m8 n' j' |Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 _% h9 b- g! ?. h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . W) ~( h: j8 `+ S' w# H( F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 p n+ \$ y4 ]3 B8 E3 W6 w. D! W2 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - l, V' T9 |5 ?- h8 \7 _
3 @* H! A' E3 kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' V p; F- `$ N. R) n, Y/ D
How you suffered for you sanity,5 |& X' w0 P! [1 ~, S
How you tried to set them free,
. M, |* E; E' R; |+ K& v/ B {* @They would not listen they're not listening still,
* a) B- c, ?$ {$ f; c0 B) ]Perhaps they never will. |
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