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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ y2 @ _& P" D: t7 T9 H0 l1 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # L% ~- `; e# r( J
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, U. p2 `5 p4 n. {8 ~0 q2 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 I& A/ v- F' n* k+ g9 |; t2 cNow I understand what you tried to say to me, L6 X# o6 v$ H w0 s
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 v0 E. }5 q) u- X3 C1 DHow you tried to set them free,
6 B) q' A3 ~4 J; cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ q, d/ M$ n9 NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) c3 `1 u3 h3 U( t" ]* R0 NSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* @; C( N" |5 U& i; k L. ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! W* `5 q1 k8 p5 K. L+ s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " M* n( M* q" A" {4 w9 q) N
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 X) ^& {' s. v0 N! b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ) E- O( i# F* h; |0 F X
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) ^3 w0 ?; R V5 t2 W6 b+ `
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 |+ z& x: n+ x2 C: aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - r6 g$ ^* G% h5 r
% G/ e1 o' _# S( p# v9 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 u: Z( H; ^; M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) U1 g8 ~+ F7 O8 }" p1 o b
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. H2 y* [8 j0 w/ ?: P, c7 ^: YThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 O; h1 U: r# R" Z+ N6 C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' R1 t- m7 W5 `4 D1 X
How you suffered for you sanity,* e' p* ~$ f4 j3 u2 n! u
How you tried to set them free,
$ v5 s6 L8 X. E" WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. D% q7 k+ ?6 g! F" k/ RPerhaps they never will. |
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