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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # C+ h) [8 J/ q1 n! V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 r$ u; ]: R K9 }/ lShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, e$ c) p( N0 u- Z) G1 D( a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, `+ n1 v, v9 u% p2 ^' b3 j$ |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
# b/ f: y+ F# v+ L2 AHow you suffered for you sanity, - N: |% M1 G) ]
How you tried to set them free, , M+ i$ c, K: m# m
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( r$ t- T* w# j2 h1 V+ W% u
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- v: e+ }5 d) x7 Q$ H% aSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; y% s5 N' m, h5 Y) m2 ~( rColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ R% ]5 \# N; Z0 M* s; v4 mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; w) E6 v- H9 z! B; b
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , S* a. d! L3 [8 N
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 l9 u/ H* z U- K+ h* G5 c- G
But I could have told you, Vincent, $ E# j1 {/ F& C, I6 b( o- Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . k9 e& H1 z4 n$ D* q5 {
4 D+ j$ n/ k9 t7 Z5 Y6 @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
_1 J9 ^" a$ w) A) K+ GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 M& ^+ ?* A! h! X* q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 y, c" p9 ?# ` w% y) t8 d
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,
7 f2 i2 ?/ p7 b T2 a. ^, N0 k9 I! {How you suffered for you sanity,
, K$ t1 y+ ~! eHow you tried to set them free, 5 n! l# M* a* A7 O! D
They would not listen they're not listening still,
4 W; s' r- a( ]Perhaps they never will. |
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