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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . l* e% B1 G, C0 s. Q* y. \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - f/ v6 t( l9 u6 J5 T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ A" x' z& e% n9 d. e) [7 l4 r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 Z* |+ j K, m' m$ o8 E! a
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. w; \3 r$ m8 R8 T& j T5 f" k
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 N" k4 [! Z0 d+ \
How you tried to set them free, ; ~3 v$ ^2 y. D* O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 l. s7 r3 j% x, N
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ @$ b1 A$ P M! T; d( a4 K3 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ; T5 D$ Z$ V6 n+ l
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & p0 u- n' o; h- P9 U. q2 h; Q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 x; b0 v( c; h% d5 T
' Q# R; |6 y4 s8 c6 B. j- C9 eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 c# \, V" G( Y- C5 |6 XAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 V) |- D/ q$ r$ OYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! I, w2 V- U: V6 q7 n# g6 [
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* n9 y1 k4 r2 S5 _* C8 R. i1 {, aThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 q p; T: _. N# ~# A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, E" L3 c+ x/ D' _* k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" `/ ~% T2 h$ c: U2 M8 U; I x* BLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , z B- M' R/ z* f; X2 x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) g e+ g. g% C5 ]0 m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) X, i* _3 n9 O3 Q5 r5 Y* MHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 I# C2 c# k6 }- ~" b$ eHow you tried to set them free, 3 }+ P" i( ]& o* Q. `) T3 A, i! t
They would not listen they're not listening still, % u( B% r$ ^) j. ]% J5 W
Perhaps they never will. |
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