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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % ?1 C; w& E3 ]! z6 S# s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 y8 h" a; c$ F* Z$ L. vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,% }5 {" b7 d4 \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# b- ~ k g3 o; }' p- qNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 [6 r, d: ^+ \) i) a) B, pHow you suffered for you sanity, . T) r. J/ v6 p5 @! |1 ^
How you tried to set them free, 7 d! M: V/ n6 N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 \ z# ^: ?' V% h5 a$ P7 k. BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 n( K1 U+ {, l# zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
S' A: W/ o+ R2 {1 [. E. ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 5 V1 F1 K: w: f8 z
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! q8 @, D: _8 w5 \; e" g+ O2 Y$ Q
# F/ K' m- D) j8 YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / j* b# e4 Q5 g' @6 j7 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ a0 ]2 O2 {+ Y$ t- r! |You took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ C2 W3 J5 j! @" sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% h# i1 @" X( a7 S: k5 t DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 o0 p; ?2 `' t% j
7 Q( l3 v+ U: xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / H6 q0 f9 {% J. J: |8 E6 t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 Y- W) w: ?) { S( S3 B; P
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / Q+ @2 M" `' n% L+ y6 Y1 ?
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, 0 V9 p. ]7 G. V6 V; F7 o# `
How you suffered for you sanity,2 K5 i2 H. c/ O. Z) |
How you tried to set them free, . K) z2 ^$ x" f; U* v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
8 U3 H3 ^; Z" \% A5 l! ?2 rPerhaps they never will. |
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