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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) Q7 ?& E" `) R. d$ c1 R% F1 wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 Y3 M( K, w6 n2 f( GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ p8 A, S- z7 ^: `/ @; k" A% n8 Y p5 D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: U4 h3 X h$ E* n/ ~0 [3 I# NNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 x: [) L. I7 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
; f& |; z1 W4 ]How you tried to set them free, ) ^, D4 e8 w3 A% g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) R9 U2 u+ @( M, \! HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 Z9 e# Y( U9 F; b: hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
2 {. ], C0 C( J$ t& k) I9 T: C; DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' Y: M6 V6 g# W& V* CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 q7 d& `7 E2 f, R/ W( p
1 X% p$ l- H0 G. I9 l. kFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, . Q `! d8 g# o$ _& Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % C1 g7 t& C# a$ c$ o
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
* d, [( J/ ~3 ^3 f4 a1 A5 ]. {1 j, l6 ^But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 k( J/ d& M" O! J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , p4 Y: [- J/ h- j! K! h6 G
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 ]4 E5 ^0 o* ^1 D' U. X; p* t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- _6 w! l$ ], x2 M2 d# c3 g4 LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" ]! W$ g3 U/ y/ a \) q/ y% zThe 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, v2 ~$ e& R/ }, z/ i: N5 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,. G6 c* X9 x2 Y9 }
How you tried to set them free,
. R0 Z- s0 p" j$ w* I3 m4 HThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 `0 J& l4 r K- N) _5 G6 z* X
Perhaps they never will. |
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