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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - [8 E0 Y6 j6 b4 ?9 e2 C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # _6 V5 G2 |+ I# ]) Y. n2 g
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ p( |% ~, _! D9 D- Z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
7 [- k1 y* O( }* y# e7 a! kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 n$ s# D8 l) B( Z: BHow you suffered for you sanity, + M( a' g2 I" ~# @# `3 K
How you tried to set them free,
S# _- _) O, V4 d; t; ?* N' h I5 eThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% [, M5 O; h2 Z7 RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
( _3 J9 R. M G/ x, hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) p0 a9 k$ {" f; \0 O
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# o* o9 Y- H2 b& xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 c7 _% B6 R3 D! O$ f$ D( g
* L' M8 M0 k7 R& f$ V @5 f! P$ d+ \6 gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ q6 f* [; n3 U- |/ YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 6 U$ }9 {8 Y; D5 D. ?, T3 d4 x0 }1 {! `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, I r& K0 q; G8 |But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 u8 G0 O# G; Q) e" I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 W$ H7 W1 }! r. }. NFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 8 y- O9 a9 Z9 I. ?" A4 M
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % e. E* O& J$ z" f! M
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,
/ d* o4 A" N, eHow you suffered for you sanity,! E" Z# A7 h) a8 ]+ c. L, d
How you tried to set them free, 6 v. Y" z# k0 s. q" `# `$ \
They would not listen they're not listening still, : E( l0 l- f: m. K7 w
Perhaps they never will. |
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