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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / D" W. q; F& o% G9 f# n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - t3 @# _6 S0 a3 |/ m3 ]
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 r" E1 I2 L% a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 ], ?/ S- K& `+ f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# J, [6 m/ `, Z# Q; k6 ?How you suffered for you sanity, ! ^: K' F( Q# j9 J
How you tried to set them free,
$ U4 f! W% S. b U0 B% v* q$ vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : G. R3 ^( I4 C) i1 T# l& F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 `6 G5 I) a4 |# Z5 |& c7 C# N; gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ s( j9 `6 K9 A- v3 a! {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 K3 O$ q- m. y- a8 X' S, I: j
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; i9 B) f: k3 y: _* i1 k o
+ ~; }# y& x2 ]. P0 S5 MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! L' l8 p! \( N1 O, j6 ~& _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + S4 `1 M/ U% H8 `8 ]$ Z9 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# [: s9 a) k) G v; y. p7 UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) f# v, j. l+ ^* ?* C4 t! LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - c; E1 x* `; m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % V8 M8 t% [4 c, T: C; ?8 f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 C; v9 U$ ^: x4 v- iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . h' R* }( I2 T% \* ?$ M/ G0 j
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, . s) \% q6 D9 W; r# |. t, v& D
How you suffered for you sanity,+ O% P& |2 X( ^7 ~. I3 O
How you tried to set them free,
8 l" V2 q2 [- g3 m$ s+ qThey would not listen they're not listening still, % J4 X( P5 r$ Q1 d
Perhaps they never will. |
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