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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 j! _. ^0 M8 z! S0 d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 D, a6 `1 ]2 y5 h- T# oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 X) @. e% A2 {/ BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * f9 ?5 i1 D* r R2 e$ \7 E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,* [' X, X' I1 ^# ]
How you suffered for you sanity, 2 {6 M% C+ O# A" w! T( x6 t
How you tried to set them free,
; o- Y, |5 j# j1 c+ ?' ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
! f* c [# R4 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, + l& @ d( E* r& _3 _1 @( w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% J' f2 ~. I8 A& Z" _. u: q! tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 |2 U+ u& p: C0 vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - c/ g2 z" T/ J1 K$ H; H
( O* U- J I2 gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 X( {! ~" a z5 I7 v7 _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ E( i5 z* u0 X! Z% Y3 U" fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 S% N- X2 ]+ `! `
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) L2 W0 c) V7 P4 D
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( n, s1 H5 G2 [" z* ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 ~0 @* X! V" c2 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 O. f( j5 [$ p6 I& h1 Q8 b; G. HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - M4 D' y i+ L0 h9 n5 z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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7 a5 g0 s% a6 s2 _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, , A, ?1 I. \* M! f0 R, d! w
How you suffered for you sanity,
/ h) r8 z& m8 [2 d; H! A$ jHow you tried to set them free,
U* ~4 {7 o5 e$ m3 ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
) B, ^* t9 S* f6 EPerhaps they never will. |
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