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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 m* Z6 J' }) q$ \- Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 i4 G. s4 E" L+ i9 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ i1 V- I$ ^. Q+ |" `- F- A& C6 KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # i5 F1 I7 |; x$ y. d0 W( b, {0 l
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 h Z5 {7 b+ u. g& z1 b6 ]2 ^How you suffered for you sanity,
1 d( s0 n: I/ ]4 B7 Z) \% KHow you tried to set them free, + I6 @+ \9 A: Z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 g0 H, o+ w2 x$ S' H9 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ) q* ?: a8 }! S$ V5 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + Z# `4 _8 `. [5 J4 @; ~
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) ?3 W& i: I' u2 i/ l5 v/ [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 b; }) l9 C" J# W6 I3 Y
- M @) f' J0 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 Z0 C; N/ r* S* z! _7 c0 IAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! X$ t O( [% l% `You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 n2 _5 r, a, @9 F2 n9 w: h2 A3 R& {But I could have told you, Vincent,
; Y1 }$ R# n& C8 | e5 s+ _This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* @: r0 _" N1 e: d" j0 A+ FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . |4 K1 {2 X1 N K! b1 P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 `0 P/ l( F" W. P$ o$ s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 b& S5 `1 Z6 J
( a0 C' i |9 L& ?! ]3 |. ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* w; H+ u3 ]7 l* a1 p% j6 n1 E5 L0 J) VHow you suffered for you sanity,- s( D6 {2 R0 [1 q! o$ p: b
How you tried to set them free, . u1 Z2 I& N/ j6 l; n6 i
They would not listen they're not listening still, - z) h" D' K2 n# w# R! e
Perhaps they never will. |
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