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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
Z- R8 J0 C. z5 {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 I, R4 U' l6 U9 `8 X9 X6 q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, B5 E( ~- T: n+ t( H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! e6 {( ^1 f6 a9 Q9 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 e. A6 a' T, U; a/ K/ W2 o
How you suffered for you sanity, ) u' [1 \' Y- M2 K
How you tried to set them free,
6 X- h! F+ Z) L$ q/ HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : |3 _% o+ X% D \# R. U( z8 j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : e* P, u! u5 B0 W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 |8 z# I* V$ FColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + C$ E2 o& L, u5 n% V4 `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 } ?. V2 }9 L0 V, a# D) `
2 H/ L. Q' P9 `/ x: ~# aFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
& ~' K2 d* U5 `& t" n0 d: Z3 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : |6 H) [3 O. U9 l9 `: e
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & Z; B, g; a9 b/ T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% T- J/ q6 E% [( Z: E4 nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: g/ Q( _% _# C: A- B: G6 KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& m* L) a3 d( d2 _, ~: e$ t, x: PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # f8 X# k5 }6 J; S3 r* V
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, # G5 g# t6 B6 l4 b- l: x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 X' H0 q6 t7 O' x& VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 v) h8 y8 x. G( B# H
How you suffered for you sanity,
% _; G( k3 p) E6 THow you tried to set them free,
: Q5 `# D& X- JThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 S- A6 B9 c/ [" C
Perhaps they never will. |
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