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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: O* y3 L8 V, Z. C7 S/ ~: lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 e3 J5 k* M+ U% Q- O4 @0 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, k- ]5 M# U0 X$ G7 f* [. NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) G; u& ~2 Z& C7 o& JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 K! d0 m! x* o2 g% r1 ~( H5 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
* e: K2 F1 B* ?0 W+ cHow you tried to set them free,
" h" H0 }4 }/ y- PThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 P+ F+ q1 F3 w7 S: r3 @5 N/ z( xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 z; c' g2 k; W4 v/ ^! kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' ~" I0 |- k$ p2 G: Y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, G: v* ? f! N7 [% j8 @Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 6 e/ H4 B8 ?' u" A1 F
. w" y9 u: V+ P( B4 g. M& L% c! A, SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( t& W8 v& b0 B9 t; b; [; [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( G; r* z+ \5 R& t3 S1 O( \You took your life as lovers ofter do,
! l% d; n' A8 LBut I could have told you, Vincent, . R! x" I/ Y$ N! q6 i. _% d+ E+ \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 G) G$ ~4 N, J- x4 K
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% ^" }2 k; a' x7 D+ x' K! g' {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 D, X, d$ H1 U1 Z: u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % W4 U: B% P3 I# P: N; n) o/ ~
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, - G. z w1 x9 y; r, E% P- b. L) W
How you suffered for you sanity,
* q3 y% W+ F: z6 U1 zHow you tried to set them free, + m1 x8 g1 G% h8 d- w3 D
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 A+ w7 b0 R1 L( c q
Perhaps they never will. |
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