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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, : q) d6 E( y8 M$ q" D
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 K& b' B8 f. I6 b6 j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# O; _$ P, @& D1 F* KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ n9 ?7 |7 h# [, l3 |( H( aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ u9 n8 ?- n: j1 i3 e
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ K- F7 s1 j: K4 QHow you tried to set them free,
% Z4 ` Z# J! {; @8 CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ P/ W2 e- q7 Y6 `. ^- c- Y, yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 R( Z! q5 `) o6 H. L ~# J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 D* i5 Z) a9 ~. x7 ?6 }Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; w0 c" K) j, y4 L TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( H$ s) {+ Q3 e3 Y
. Y0 U2 x5 g# H+ ?0 zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- c+ i R! }" f4 J: i( j |Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! |; N3 E! g3 g! y% }5 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, : i# ]0 }+ q' @& k8 f6 ^7 N6 C
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 o' y) R0 b1 P) i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" \. g+ R2 Y& s$ u; S" }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 z2 {; [ |( L" }# }1 nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- u2 p/ [* W+ c" QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! }, P! W) H' i6 N' N+ o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 R9 w+ w% a9 R5 h7 I
* l M# P0 g; |0 j( J5 GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 X3 m) D% @( PHow you suffered for you sanity,
' P! R, ?% f q) D3 d3 XHow you tried to set them free,
- `+ {; f& K5 j" w( p% N/ Z+ n2 |" e6 r8 pThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( K4 _ a5 E0 s" v- n- YPerhaps they never will. |
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