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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : s( F2 ]2 R5 T( X9 B4 J. W1 y$ A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % J a* y2 s) ?+ f1 g# v8 D2 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& o4 j- q* s# m; a) v& {- ]3 [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; y/ |) Y$ @7 c# e' T7 I3 v2 A
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ m1 \) k) B2 M8 C% ~How you suffered for you sanity, : G; ?: s3 d4 ?# K
How you tried to set them free, 9 t9 l! i2 b F6 c$ }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! X m" T# z9 L9 ~) p8 Y" S2 U! w# C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 O2 V5 V4 h5 E+ c" a& l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# B L2 @ f# @1 g3 \( OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , ?! j3 m2 W0 h# w4 t
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , b! C: f5 M0 Z' l( Z
( J5 H c( P4 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 _# ^' d \" h3 u. l/ I) W/ MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : Y; r! p7 T, E( |4 u, z- y( p
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " { B9 Y2 O/ }7 h8 V1 O; n
But I could have told you, Vincent, / N1 ]+ ^% K; d3 R" c$ q8 E
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 k E$ j' {6 ]% o% m, G/ f8 dFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 q/ S7 v( `4 x/ P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" w6 J* K4 ~) C" v2 K* Q5 w# Q8 @% iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ e$ s* U# _/ ?5 d3 Z. u% wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 }/ ~+ r- y& P
How you suffered for you sanity,, G: F+ b/ L# M8 ?. G9 l, _" }, u
How you tried to set them free,
6 T& z9 s+ A# U5 X- SThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 P$ z/ ?( F- I5 J9 hPerhaps they never will. |
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