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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 }$ E2 e# x( _) e! [# n- ]1 _3 ]Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * b* y% V! Q3 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* l0 }, [& z% g" g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# d% h/ M( m, c4 p8 v. bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 ?) O8 l6 X( H5 Q5 h7 C) k, s bHow you suffered for you sanity,
. W( G3 D) n- k5 o6 a- t( P2 VHow you tried to set them free, O7 ]) ^# z5 s) ]* ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 7 @9 G1 {, }6 J& R
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 d3 x8 [$ j( K) v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. p" M: ]4 Y4 |( nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 T7 \. ~3 r3 E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 F6 ^6 N# v: F( d7 c% L
* z! ?3 p, |9 j6 k& {, g- g0 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 u/ f9 m7 K: y5 O
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 \0 S+ b' ~5 i6 o2 b# _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 N. ^2 l8 W! ~% s) ^; L5 f9 K
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; l, Y* X5 n4 {# x* Z4 ?1 Y# C% j2 n* F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % q) Q! W: e/ W: Q I* P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 M5 f: k# I8 @, z+ r$ aLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 C8 F; q2 S+ `) l! H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! ^ I9 D; `6 ~9 [% l. q% o- O1 H
S* H: ]9 q- t; BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; R3 `' i! ?# J! O# @ G# JHow you suffered for you sanity,/ Z$ t& r# l0 H1 M g$ ?" \
How you tried to set them free,
* a! E3 D H! h" N8 IThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 {0 t% l* U4 G; w$ tPerhaps they never will. |
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