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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
W, Y6 W, f% T1 l, VLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - K1 `+ ]! n8 o0 H/ Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, Z+ e2 S8 X' T/ p2 m [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - l6 i9 c/ p. x. m3 B5 `) e' {
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ p! l/ t) d! {+ bHow you suffered for you sanity,
. J2 J( T. v) c1 |& H. z1 ^& AHow you tried to set them free, % y% V0 ]; V% G# S g* m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; k. b" V# X7 U# C
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ N: u3 i: K @& q: Y) `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( y6 o: v# Q: g7 K8 \3 d) K% D; M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. ]5 a+ P0 G' Z* hWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' e7 Z4 `3 `8 Y* L/ u
. H# h" m3 g6 x" _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / p/ h; x1 [3 c/ ?1 {) u4 w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
8 Z8 d% y% u9 {You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 S' v- p) W5 O) L4 _" M6 P: {! h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# \4 _3 x5 Y5 b6 o, gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. }" y3 g1 M3 y2 M
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ _3 P9 h- j+ ?/ e/ v% RFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % |5 J/ s! O" v) t
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! D) d9 b i8 b5 ^5 y! ^5 fThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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3 e. k1 H; L$ b# U; n0 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # V+ \# A' \' X$ K, j+ b. `
How you suffered for you sanity," O9 s' Y8 j, S, d0 t
How you tried to set them free, 9 B6 g3 Q; F! t
They would not listen they're not listening still, % V7 _" A: J8 d9 N* h5 P
Perhaps they never will. |
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