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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; x- ]# D( q8 H, A8 E- s- e
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. z$ u- X3 m4 e; }7 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, e4 E6 C! S$ s8 k( t% k. _2 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. V) q% E/ P" N L
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- c6 z7 [2 H, C: s
How you suffered for you sanity, : \0 L1 @. g; j8 Z, n" G- L% V! h
How you tried to set them free, - A9 }- d$ C: A& _% ~
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# ~$ W( A( s0 i" q* M. q8 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, % M5 ]& f* y! J! j
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" R' B# A; B. k& P6 b( TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, F# @8 C; ?; D b: {* e3 WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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8 r o- O6 D) d2 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ X1 F1 j H7 y# [9 {8 D& |+ [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 g# | ~8 d* E% x' b8 a. T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; p6 P5 n& [ U- [* [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 j4 s$ J+ `% [/ JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - _" K% q) v4 l# `' C& t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , I/ @2 Z N8 g7 u+ x8 B( z
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / Q3 `/ f4 z' P( Y' U' t; k
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 `8 |$ [9 V1 ^. ^ b- U. xThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. - e) P1 @& Z9 S) m( j7 k
( O* f- e1 g) j$ z6 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # c o% `* y" g2 C: Y& R
How you suffered for you sanity,0 }+ J; E( [3 V# _
How you tried to set them free, + ~# D! P" S2 d
They would not listen they're not listening still, / h; v5 t4 M/ p+ c/ G
Perhaps they never will. |
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