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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # n( R0 q+ P2 Q9 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 P* y5 J) y J. ]! O: y v
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* I$ t" I4 ~: H$ l% ?5 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* M+ E( a) k6 }, tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' f- m3 j* y4 B- A6 d5 A, R
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ K1 Q$ X9 F8 H6 {; j% `How you tried to set them free,
- C* s& U+ C" r, [: c" MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. k, I5 k4 Z9 S6 H6 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 v# O% g$ p. o' U [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : _$ w% }/ i% Q6 K, a; U0 q6 X
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 |8 h! |8 @$ |( z; \: c2 kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 K7 M; }/ t8 k5 w- a$ t1 x9 m# f, T
- q" u7 y( h# VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, + K. P' U: S* ]: z! H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
+ y9 W$ T2 Q6 ?; K. B" d7 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, & S; n$ q H5 P+ m6 V' E
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 s$ i3 `# D+ k# \( \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 S/ x1 I0 K: ^: ?- o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% |1 X; J6 z/ V/ t$ m! BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, + }6 L& S; ]* ]. B' h1 w( h' t/ F Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. , |5 v, I v' _
; ]* N z# L2 O% hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) r# v; z' p+ l4 y4 `' c: @How you suffered for you sanity,# [; X4 ^ \$ O# v
How you tried to set them free,
" ^* K- V$ j' {! Y8 t: Z* Y$ e" z+ yThey would not listen they're not listening still,
7 ?6 @6 T$ i# Y: j' @$ I$ g7 ^, L+ zPerhaps they never will. |
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