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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: r; H4 d$ p2 h, LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. v0 @! {! t" G$ B; d u$ OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( v& n/ k1 I5 ?; p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 a ]6 ~9 X* M8 _8 c. R8 ~
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 m. m! X7 y# i: Z7 j; d) n2 pHow you suffered for you sanity, * T+ x0 K- y: j4 j
How you tried to set them free,
4 G h/ `- I3 G1 f5 wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . Q' G3 m2 v" e$ X* @! `: I
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ u$ u# T5 p2 i+ H, N9 v5 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - O- W* W9 X8 [ w4 A
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' b5 e( x q. l! k& g( M! MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( z$ @( L1 i+ S- @. zAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 B$ a9 Q p: M7 t1 L( b' H, [' ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 ~: J8 _4 K: b, W7 N, P* d$ P
But I could have told you, Vincent, * o4 L% C8 Z$ u& | V& a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & D- h5 L9 _) B( Q, K8 ]# s/ v/ P* U. R
1 _/ y# W" W! u3 C( Z% |( H. cStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . t4 ] K; {2 `& }1 e8 C& s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 u- G5 a1 v V( l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( j9 Z# P$ p3 h: Z7 [& @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ M- d H8 d4 |' k
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : A+ Q0 q3 J& Q" d- H9 R" D1 l
How you suffered for you sanity,1 d/ c- \" g/ q- b5 A
How you tried to set them free,
3 I2 N8 x1 Z5 j& [They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 J6 x! D4 {+ U& L2 b
Perhaps they never will. |
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