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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ J% _' f$ f/ H: XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ! o' C0 m& D' u4 s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# x" M) `+ A9 X9 p. t! mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' ]9 g" ^, m# Y/ q! H6 `) U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, G6 Y% B: w" x& \2 V1 |* n% s8 f
How you suffered for you sanity,
L; p- Z, v/ AHow you tried to set them free,
/ M9 m5 Y! N, q9 M# _+ k3 VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : g& E( F$ D6 q2 z" q, n; C6 C/ ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 {5 \- h, \+ n% m3 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 R3 O5 ]. U# `3 HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 l) {/ s4 y! f5 h# z/ W4 k D- dWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 S) J' H2 R8 n A+ p
5 a/ ]2 H% T" p7 A0 NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 E4 ?; Y1 _& |$ ? V( q/ t
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' ~% F; w$ Z" G' SYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " K/ z4 F+ K4 Z C9 C6 `1 ?# S( i
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ t7 s) a, Z0 Y0 ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ l' c" I- L7 \: a( G: J3 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
{% n2 t2 B6 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 X5 J$ E7 M! N6 ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 G2 O O) h4 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. k$ F) r5 L; i3 W$ [6 ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * l$ ?" t: J) C# U
How you suffered for you sanity,. M, y) _6 i& {0 t D
How you tried to set them free,
2 D* d: E/ F0 ?/ ~They would not listen they're not listening still,
. F$ G" Y& J2 t/ ePerhaps they never will. |
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