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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 I( }3 B$ t/ M3 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 O* h1 s: |. u4 P5 l0 }9 W+ _, M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 n% Q4 T! `1 T5 }Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 K1 [! D' J# n0 ^4 u$ L( @" X# v/ v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 u5 E, \1 m% Q3 o
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 {) }, W' m g) \( LHow you tried to set them free, + [$ E4 X5 D9 b& D+ M7 a8 c. b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " F# t3 X2 E+ [' E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 p( M' G9 ~6 ~( R* }, G# i- A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * |* d# d/ A" A- Z8 p
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* [8 q5 ^0 a( t! t" ^6 `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : Y& Q. k4 v% q' A1 }; D5 b- G& ?
U0 O2 |5 S2 e1 I- l/ @! K6 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ f% s. W8 M, u4 PAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; W6 {( t$ D: C0 _5 qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 G5 f, E i6 o$ b: v# g" _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 G y* T4 e# \: q+ o* r. UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( p" ^4 J4 f6 \$ M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . M& v' J8 K3 D0 T; d7 j- W/ a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, h) R' ^3 I( |3 r; ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ j8 C- p& L3 ^. z- Y, Y6 @: LThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / z, o( {1 b m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" Q: k s, }; u7 R! S9 C6 Y4 B, RHow you suffered for you sanity,5 M4 Z/ q, d8 X2 E. Y+ V
How you tried to set them free,
" c2 e/ Z3 T% o4 R% I, I) mThey would not listen they're not listening still,
: {- R# R, H8 Z' HPerhaps they never will. |
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