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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 d5 @- a- z% u" q# F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 ?4 c* h) e; H7 c7 T$ P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& m6 F. s4 j3 w6 ]
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % z/ R+ [0 u0 v5 d% x
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 \' i t: E QHow you suffered for you sanity, ( }3 ]3 Z5 o" A0 F
How you tried to set them free,
" R) _" k) G! G: ?/ Z6 M& c3 [" NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 b; w- Q" v' n& \3 H
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! u6 h# h" _0 n& a2 g+ USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 H! |- E, K: L; [/ O+ I6 l# H- V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' M% |4 k( \6 p! {0 E# G3 |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. P2 U4 x# i) c' i# U
3 H1 G- O- n% o- J" G$ {" v$ G4 v YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & p- B9 b/ \, |5 G3 p
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 N) e" @: a4 V, X9 H6 {4 zYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + X0 \& B1 Q* N5 \6 T7 a' r# g
But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 {# }: R. C, m. s# x- RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 a' X. k1 n1 b; M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ~6 R; e* ?; ]6 p/ r5 A
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 D& P* d$ z& ZLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . }1 J) ^ [* G4 s7 j: W3 H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, X3 ]9 ?6 K( O- y* E) _
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 d4 c# H5 B* ^+ `How you tried to set them free, F6 S) S0 }& x* S9 v% ~1 E
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 q* @- b8 F; b3 C+ \* ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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