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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: u# W6 g4 ~( c4 w' y) c0 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, " e# t+ L6 a# _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils," w0 u- ~9 p% v: p4 V+ r0 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! q) Y) I; X5 ]9 m, y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( B v9 d8 _: A' c) j
How you suffered for you sanity,
; s6 R" P6 d# d+ b. s3 [* z+ IHow you tried to set them free,
9 \. m* E6 j( P: l& U" R! ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 }2 M) B# j2 g! [; B% K2 z( q) ^% \
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 `5 W. j% F2 ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 V; Z6 S$ \6 G7 P" T' bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 ?3 b# A, ^9 T" N# R$ ]# m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " R! v2 Z# l6 @4 n) x y3 h
7 {' J! [6 N7 G6 _+ j$ QFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 k# ] Z- U+ p+ l7 _. r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: e3 n+ q& @( t% ~$ xYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 @0 H; X- L2 M0 x
But I could have told you, Vincent,
' b3 P# l- q! o5 o: |2 k7 U* [- cThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) Y; _ H Q& O3 z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & |! @( a& u! t5 c
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 g# R8 b( ]0 t4 q7 J, Q0 XLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 A1 _, l5 d3 H W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' m: C) L9 o3 M2 a6 fHow you suffered for you sanity,7 K M# d/ [) f3 A6 e, p
How you tried to set them free, 9 g( T/ v$ }; E' ^# K
They would not listen they're not listening still, * F3 ?; H; v) e4 W$ p+ j3 Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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