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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 y# v% x# y* A! x$ O& X
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 l5 ?0 w. L |; p1 C; Q3 X S4 hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" s' S( M* q/ u6 P2 F9 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % I3 U f# N2 a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. B8 T* `) H/ z: ^5 |1 b! B# P
How you suffered for you sanity,
" F3 U6 O% {+ o: _4 gHow you tried to set them free, : s2 S. g. A/ e) n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! O5 e4 d3 X9 d( x3 A% TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % g" L- R# K5 ?- k+ M+ U
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : o1 }1 x5 T/ R4 c( o+ E! q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , B9 p8 D* u; P6 C- H( {9 O1 i2 `- Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * H9 x/ g* h+ z0 C/ h
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' {* m8 w$ l7 l, q8 }, q8 y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! F1 k- L8 a/ m) t+ T1 G: z& ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 ?5 A. P0 [; y3 w$ @0 sBut I could have told you, Vincent, # M0 }) C4 Y" y; ~: c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # C& i" W' }9 u% Q. W3 g. d
% Z# r q: q6 [& @) s& }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- p* C' e1 s$ t2 x5 oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! V4 w. i+ D. b& b- j4 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" K( u s* O/ `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " J( Z. ^5 X! D, o. R ]- m9 p
$ T, W* `1 h' d# ^# o9 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ E* b* L+ E8 P' J$ V9 O+ Z |How you suffered for you sanity,2 u+ C! Z1 [2 Y0 I
How you tried to set them free,
- Q# O9 Y) y& Y. Y Q6 j9 OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ P/ a' i8 N6 I5 P0 gPerhaps they never will. |
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