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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ O& u; P/ N* Z/ W% PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% x* _( `- P, ~4 D2 W' F6 n, K4 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* X0 ?; N- w1 w: K, tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ D! [+ X4 W, Z& {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. s. c9 ~2 Y4 w3 D6 s
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 b8 R5 t8 _ ^! x
How you tried to set them free,
0 e& q, ~7 }8 \6 S \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 L ~7 H W O0 L0 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 y" m: F4 O; ?4 w/ A
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 P8 F- k: g1 j7 X# @3 sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + j6 `7 R4 s( v9 f0 c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 x; G( ~9 \( Z0 n( C: F% m
2 m8 B. N" Z9 A% ]$ N6 U9 gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 N( v' J# g& D0 y) |) _- ~2 E
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ c) i( @! E5 K, `# H1 QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
. G4 D C1 ]1 t. hBut I could have told you, Vincent, * g( C+ R+ V- ]! U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! o9 G4 A5 k+ z# ]
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' H1 {0 R% W2 W8 }4 ^1 z# H( a5 D
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & V% h/ C2 y/ p" n7 V7 w- g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
! p @: s" `, p, k8 T5 }0 U7 _The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! X6 [1 H C6 a; P. z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 u7 y. x( w( g X7 ?
How you suffered for you sanity,7 l8 D' @& d+ X7 _( Y4 j& h' Q
How you tried to set them free, 9 l, }/ c5 L1 p6 u& f
They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ x7 e9 l" A( f* b+ y: g" ?0 XPerhaps they never will. |
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