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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / U& u9 A2 f& U4 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ y) J* s$ d/ S+ ]# OShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. L0 u. L( S4 l8 P! I4 L0 X5 {& A C
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) N' B, q6 S `8 ^% _3 @: ~, n& d# q5 ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
7 |3 B1 } m+ uHow you suffered for you sanity, # y U1 h; Y7 i" P f, `
How you tried to set them free,
0 f. [; o3 M# w2 C K6 BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& E: ~8 U1 H4 |+ d; D1 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, m3 O* v& ] W8 j! jSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / O& r1 _( e. Q7 A! f1 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: E; y3 Z% M5 ]) k$ U5 lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 H$ M9 y M8 \2 o" K/ E4 `% q
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / g, k* T6 R: ]' c
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 X! C I4 G# J5 sYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / T, }2 ^) v) @6 f, D. A. K" N
But I could have told you, Vincent, % ~5 B( t1 Q8 K. [/ u
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! x6 l: `% i9 H2 y
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- {3 g( B/ u' D- kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / Y4 N; F' o9 j+ ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 ~- \/ J/ t6 S' X* `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + F# `: t/ D) w9 R
' ^4 f; H7 S t0 u1 PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, : H0 C7 U5 e; I
How you suffered for you sanity,( b: g9 q. d+ V: v/ i
How you tried to set them free, / o5 L( _# E# }; @, C
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 e7 b3 U `7 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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