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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # w U; `; \2 l- }6 L2 h1 `& E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' e2 j: N1 M' W( X! TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- Q9 Q; ^8 P% Y5 Y5 u wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ f d. E& B7 l- H" k! s' N# ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 z E% H1 k8 t' @( @
How you suffered for you sanity,
, k: k/ r, ]$ [, p1 ?How you tried to set them free,
/ ?5 j+ B, V& }" M$ |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 v% P$ O- _( M! d, OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 X& A' K. n) l0 Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- ~' b% L% z% g; G( W1 qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, [7 X$ y; Q- P% B1 v( z. T" B: i6 Z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 v1 w$ t: E! Q: Y
9 T q: w; }. ]( F+ P0 l' TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 z% [* W9 }7 u/ tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- K( x" y6 i$ T, z2 BYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 \' i5 J! G+ {" a) YBut I could have told you, Vincent, 5 e' P0 _$ H; `7 X8 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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|. P3 M2 O/ Z6 t5 c5 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . I' z7 `" v6 ?! @" S3 `. G0 b
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( E2 L0 v9 g3 Z. `6 n2 b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" I# d4 s2 e! a- L: D1 hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , Q% Z9 Q3 C5 `7 C* Z/ L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
% l: K+ T5 C. ~; T JHow you suffered for you sanity,
" @$ m _0 ]6 Y/ Q/ L0 w8 qHow you tried to set them free, 9 O9 ^. `7 E, W8 ~
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 r( U9 W. L! }: m5 P1 I$ ]9 m' e# B$ uPerhaps they never will. |
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