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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) _8 |. {7 L% \5 }Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 g) f+ ]1 t3 {) d8 M1 ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 c% r/ }) _5 x& uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : S [! V* Z8 O1 Q: ~" S. O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# H' |7 z9 n. q3 B; W
How you suffered for you sanity,
) M4 i: ]' u8 L% pHow you tried to set them free, 9 w$ C% n5 Y9 l. b3 x( B4 w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; S" A5 \4 S3 B! E6 T! i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' K0 F) M! ]! L5 y( b: s( n
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 M9 u! `3 u7 j6 sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: o( z+ ?4 |2 K/ j+ u- ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 f7 q I W: M# I5 v
e/ U j6 T$ GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 T# J6 k2 _$ [1 a. U4 C( }1 ?
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - m# P$ |; F$ ?8 S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 _6 ~. G' P8 V: N5 X
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( s1 |* @% W& f3 M+ O0 D7 a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - u. d: k9 a6 o$ h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 a( J) l2 K* Q9 s3 t' kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 x# j. h4 {# `* G# j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. N% e4 Q+ E8 Y9 z, \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / q: b7 M) B- _) E# m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 D' P7 R$ L7 W4 I. X% WHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ x* e8 n0 B1 n- n/ L4 \3 THow you tried to set them free,
8 I, y/ _0 K! c6 sThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 B/ P2 g: z8 Z s7 G( c: zPerhaps they never will. |
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