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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + \# ?3 h5 p& ]
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! R3 _$ G+ m4 P5 |1 v( w4 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) _% I$ n8 @: lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & r# l! Z3 J4 @3 K. Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, R0 D4 m' }) D& P$ v8 r; [& n
How you suffered for you sanity,
" R6 t0 N# J% p! r1 XHow you tried to set them free,
' m, e/ Z1 \$ fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. m- C$ n& e8 |: c; W1 S- WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & L! B3 @# ]( _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % M0 w$ a4 i. d2 u, B3 i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , [! Z. X+ n$ z5 Q& R: k
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ B. x8 O1 g% j" b
! Q4 N5 J5 F4 k1 v: E k" m: GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; K7 }/ E* ~, v7 H9 j5 I5 f
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
) P7 q4 W% m& aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 H' b$ i$ f' d: v! |But I could have told you, Vincent,
1 S- n5 i" n9 d6 V4 v, _* M' oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 @: X: ^% K+ q2 T0 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 [# d! ~+ ~! E' _5 \; \" C2 ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % q8 u* Y( R" S7 ^/ A
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 d- D6 L" z! n, ~' F/ z
. D1 e( o& e+ f; @* [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( l5 h, P/ S! G% j( Q4 Y! PHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 k9 ]. l# R/ L ]8 \/ ^How you tried to set them free, & r% @* k% |6 v& V+ O
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! @: L6 z! e9 y F% v/ @
Perhaps they never will. |
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