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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 W; g& y# u# }$ q0 Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, ^* X; h" ~% B" K% kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& u- Y5 j" E: c( LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + O$ n% N f* b" t) P' L+ R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ p1 y" r- j- }9 [3 cHow you suffered for you sanity, + ^4 L/ A: i& P5 l; J4 P! l/ S! ^
How you tried to set them free,
% @+ p- i+ S5 V, a/ R- ?, rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 Q/ w8 r0 F, b! mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# h" M8 Z; e; R$ k+ q$ U6 ISwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 C, ^9 k8 {% S3 O+ S7 W7 {) d8 \% o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 T- V8 I$ _- v7 c) y7 nWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 Z% j( y4 [& I! B8 F0 L
/ s @4 c* c; ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' t- Z% W3 q9 L$ z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 r6 ^5 D& I9 q1 D( `( t2 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" M& U1 n+ j* U6 a( s0 qBut I could have told you, Vincent, & \7 `4 U; A% T$ z9 Y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 b8 @0 v6 o" v7 p7 o/ _- t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; N6 l& i9 U: k: X6 B6 FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ H6 S$ m- z8 Q- ^
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' s2 E5 C2 C4 \' e0 T, Y" v9 U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / f' f, D [. K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' l6 k( J6 U9 f W( OHow you suffered for you sanity,4 ?3 g9 l* L% V% P: S7 y/ i( `
How you tried to set them free,
, f' \' @# h9 Q* ?( BThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# f* ?# x5 Y# E: \4 s+ s3 iPerhaps they never will. |
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