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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 Q( U- t# _2 L! U' z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, p1 i( e% M6 ^5 o8 h0 }, Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* N& B' j( \& t6 H- A) L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* e% R6 G6 O+ L% C* lNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
# R; y! d: @( W6 DHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 @' p7 p j7 U" Z( M: [5 C0 c
How you tried to set them free,
+ y1 I1 f: [, {9 u1 A+ RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% d+ H" {/ k4 c. I" x7 \( U3 g- v+ M& ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, V7 G. x+ ^5 q- i) {$ ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ S4 k9 w/ L% O I+ p2 AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 \/ A6 F" i6 n4 R; b: g$ W2 v1 Q; l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : h" ^" D: v v0 F& u
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 h- P Q8 \) {2 w( y: z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 w" s7 H) E& e! G, g0 v; _- }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: k* J- Q0 s6 C6 LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* I8 o, {& _& A; x+ jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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/ l. X: D V K3 w) cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, s% _- h* p/ O% e9 e% x! ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 S" `% Q% s% w" Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( u6 Z1 D- d7 q" O% q. W( z5 }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' {5 e/ [3 ^! R
; g4 e6 {* n5 k+ B9 D+ VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# h+ V1 l* D7 D X% H( O- F/ BHow you suffered for you sanity,* I" X* ^. c$ G
How you tried to set them free,
) B1 d y a) ~* uThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 { w9 F3 }" q% R) U- PPerhaps they never will. |
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