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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . z( `* q5 p6 H' m$ @+ ~9 k
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 I- I* r# }! m# RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ ]( I( ], S! O# H
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 t( N6 Q; c" ~, D: Q6 E# oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
* E$ x% G3 E1 Z: P, v- nHow you suffered for you sanity, ' H! c' g5 u/ p" P
How you tried to set them free, 7 D$ e! c1 Q! F; v3 P- N2 @$ l( A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 }" d/ M- w! i9 p# K3 VStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * Q! a2 M, N( J8 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 l4 a* n" R6 U) I/ V7 h! CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 p8 W7 n# \! e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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^9 Y( e3 _; h9 X7 WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' s# x- h- q5 V9 F. e/ EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- j' s* m" {7 w2 [# v9 O& PYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 o0 y+ { m3 N6 KBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; u, M! @6 C* w+ {5 W h2 J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 ?2 v, L$ t! _ I. g
# l$ s1 E4 G3 C7 W* f3 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 v: e* q# `: {9 b) R+ `5 q( `- J& GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: O3 t- `- c' Z/ E$ sLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 V5 S: `! H) R, E
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,
; p7 ^2 q* d+ s9 H- m- S2 xHow you suffered for you sanity,
# r% M, P2 L' a2 sHow you tried to set them free, 2 b$ S4 N7 q4 ^+ g& X, g$ P
They would not listen they're not listening still,
& f7 W& H7 U0 Y8 ]6 S5 GPerhaps they never will. |
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