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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 A% ~, a& O, }9 p O( Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# v" |) O3 ]0 t' E+ K! a. ~3 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% z9 l& v- e1 Q* L, j' h$ y7 G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) r+ D# {/ \- L( t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, |, S2 A+ [% p- d: _3 ?- }3 YHow you suffered for you sanity,
]" q* s! i8 z2 k0 sHow you tried to set them free, 3 j6 o8 f: n, p) P- f1 T& m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; E% M. u |: H% a4 R2 k! z3 t7 pStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 W) |" D4 s9 [Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 j/ ~5 v- P8 D/ i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 J( G- J$ T7 S
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % @1 S+ n7 R* m1 J, s1 N0 g2 j
6 K& ?% X! K5 j! kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , I1 c' W7 x/ N* y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 u8 p; y' d2 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , K' w1 s3 R, t" n; x+ H- w
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' P$ M/ h* d8 B% ?" {2 ^& ^
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # Q2 e, b/ l' l9 d4 ~
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( x" A4 X2 C# T; D' H3 K% t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( j8 |+ `1 E# qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 y$ }, V. D" G9 m( X# e! }The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ X4 I- @/ V- s: P4 U; GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 n& B: o0 G1 ?9 ^+ CHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ }2 A4 C8 Q3 M; P: tHow you tried to set them free,
4 y# S5 E0 D* }- u6 M: X k& fThey would not listen they're not listening still, , {, M& v2 C. q8 f
Perhaps they never will. |
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