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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 u" w6 D1 t: C, L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, v# K* d# |# \, y" Y E$ _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: d* \& K6 N2 c) H2 v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. n; K; w E# f6 Y( y @' M' M, ONow I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ t, @7 Q2 G) |, I# D, H9 SHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 @1 _8 F) X% T+ L: W5 S
How you tried to set them free,
+ X& d! a8 d# hThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 ?+ {7 e! J4 _; g7 m2 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 \7 d! B- [" V- G9 |$ d! fSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 \' p( z* \9 h; b+ nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; f b3 T7 d( |Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 y4 w* s$ K( ~; b m5 L
+ J" e; x( G: E$ J' GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ( ^- f7 j, c7 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " O0 Y4 k2 _4 F& } l
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" K! z+ u% s0 T$ cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* e& L1 E8 i6 a7 j7 yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 w Y( V; B4 A7 B; d! b. S, i
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 |- Z+ {' ^, _& M/ d! ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 c8 ]/ `7 g$ \* r: r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 h$ T$ e2 J) D: o
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,
0 d8 W% Z5 o3 U1 ]9 LHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ W1 N& F! N5 w5 k+ u- ^, `- n$ ]* AHow you tried to set them free,
$ M9 J- ?% d1 i; e2 MThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 l& {7 M2 H: f7 \; o$ G! [; `Perhaps they never will. |
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