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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( J, I# k/ o5 g9 F9 g' X) y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ F" q4 ?# l( qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 j5 I4 x* ^/ ~
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
- E0 v( x( N; B0 S" @Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 c* z4 i# E: b7 ^
How you suffered for you sanity, - a |: C% F0 b" q/ w B+ ?
How you tried to set them free,
6 o* l% H1 D) _( FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' r5 S) w# }" {( o uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& c2 k; e- e8 S& W& GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# C. @- l& R5 ^0 V8 v) jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 l; K4 S. b8 f. Q) ?+ l) c! u+ \3 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 o% t- [" X/ c) U/ F( S1 d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 ?/ L$ p5 |) h) j1 k, QYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 T0 Z5 g" V; Q$ ^, r
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 d) w- f$ m+ c6 s$ K OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , [2 W/ j' Z9 k+ V# l0 p$ i8 T$ T+ k. o
% k8 o- Z8 [3 X, P; T) y$ lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % ^9 j7 i/ M% R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 r s ^- f; l' C* F8 ?1 A% E) f
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 p- q( p+ K* Y, O) c, z
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,
4 p+ z# Z( {$ W4 A& yHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ y" X$ n8 g3 M r2 ]! u# }How you tried to set them free, 4 `' d8 i, h0 H6 E- A2 B
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 E) {8 k" H" Y3 n; CPerhaps they never will. |
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