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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
. K2 p7 T# A, ]6 x* n, ^; dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 t) x0 S: B- d$ D" p2 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( O* X4 M' z* K* VCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. r6 }( B; I, u. ^$ N1 Y6 X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. e- l/ m; A3 c! ]! ^& O" nHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ a" Y& ^5 i- U& j% ^How you tried to set them free, $ d, Y6 k; b- G3 l1 h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 D% e. T! l. H) g# F/ RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 k5 h$ F# u4 ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ q8 Q& @" @/ c mColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 l, ?$ Q4 a& v. ~- L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 Z8 v5 _2 | [' i+ a
9 m! t: L0 l' \' N- X" I9 p: KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / w3 x2 i5 e, r2 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; i c7 \$ ?& TYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; ^; Q% w! |/ Q$ e8 C' \% O: Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% |: Z: S/ Q! vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! h- Q" r/ P, b5 x6 L) }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " j ]3 r1 b8 c# Y2 h, ^/ {
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# b, W. Q! S D4 f' E) T7 mThe 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, ' L+ S& j0 L: R: u' q/ k
How you suffered for you sanity,6 j: P6 }; i3 ]- Q' `" t% ?
How you tried to set them free,
& {% ^7 s% {7 MThey would not listen they're not listening still, * P5 }9 A. `0 n5 F3 G
Perhaps they never will. |
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