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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % R7 Y- V" k$ }. c4 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 m6 Z: D5 ]9 _& bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 K2 o9 h/ M7 {' Q, ?3 C- jCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % y2 R M" t6 R5 Q+ N5 K$ _- l1 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- @1 @2 z3 h+ Y" b6 V: OHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 {. @- T/ Q, q. Z+ ~) X; [
How you tried to set them free, 5 l$ V5 A8 a* k# [* S' P) |" n+ }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" ^: E7 x/ p, d$ Z! u5 b7 oStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 H w K8 A2 _3 ]; C' ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . |( Q( L) P8 y2 g8 t; \1 m$ _! m
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / c3 [' W s8 O9 [ s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - F" ?0 y0 I' F0 w: E6 ~, p8 D: q# P/ d
% c' Z( b$ P/ f+ yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * R, J, \9 ? B6 `1 e: W/ P7 r+ U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& r4 c; G' r4 m' X5 O5 CYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 a9 G8 y, w% O$ f* p+ j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
: [4 u/ L' f$ h7 F) }" I r; CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) r$ K; \# w1 B
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( ]$ a) |* [& L' i+ x0 V) a4 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' L* J- t' F4 B- @1 b& p
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, ) L' I+ T1 M/ ] R% L/ Z
How you suffered for you sanity,
! O% K8 {4 Y9 ~6 z; Z0 t" S2 bHow you tried to set them free, $ ^6 @8 |9 B9 K! k4 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 x: L1 F& ?. r' A7 U
Perhaps they never will. |
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