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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , j$ T6 t9 X' o: W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - w2 o" U) u0 @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 r. u, M& j) W9 C+ `+ r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# a, U$ t* e4 ~. L. k! c! P; m" tNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 k; i, M. }0 ?/ a/ D( G2 O1 i+ SHow you suffered for you sanity, % }* z: h$ j& I6 f
How you tried to set them free,
* C9 `) K3 `. q: n0 p! i8 RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- k* G- g( W' n' M( a! [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # N* R) N) s/ G' d- Q- O M. [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 M2 G8 m, g9 D0 d. bColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( B$ a O/ p0 k4 xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 q) h3 T5 T; ^
# m, h j4 s6 B, f$ N0 A4 BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: H, A# _) Y# _9 h& b. e. m! W( `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
M+ s2 L+ A& O0 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, , F! k: n8 Q( G& P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ u& y, }" ]$ X: f, f m2 f Q5 S1 k GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# D$ }2 `8 s- l) _+ @2 GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) Y" p8 \: I [4 J! c' ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% d" G* j. O2 `" E! c4 U+ pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + X z3 `+ g4 Q& D1 r
: C8 p. P2 n, Q: c% a3 U( A" b, B6 V( sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . ]3 R9 ~! b! j4 M
How you suffered for you sanity,
c( \5 F# Y& \9 ~. N" |How you tried to set them free,
7 A% e7 C5 d/ R2 dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ \/ A. I }% YPerhaps they never will. |
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