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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) \- q' R7 [/ P2 g/ h% ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! k- z f* W4 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& [7 G; P% W R" c2 T* _Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( V* I: b* O2 P6 o( aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
) Y; y w! r( Q& U. [5 {" Z# [4 g( ~How you suffered for you sanity,
& u) j6 d: ~8 O- p7 U0 HHow you tried to set them free,
6 D$ m/ f Z# H) r( Q# L8 e* }They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 K8 d6 D( @, ]6 [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
w5 S7 N" k+ y$ JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ e. A/ K c# e! l1 xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # _" M9 |* h5 p/ e& H7 U( ?5 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 v6 j6 m8 g6 ]8 Q% Q
) M- h0 X" k1 W+ Y. x; U' M7 T1 L, \For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# Q$ d# n1 G$ N* K& f3 P NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 O, x$ ]# p& S# `: d) o5 [You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: r2 ]0 P# E' B9 Y$ c+ B5 uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. s4 z* n5 B! d8 u8 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 p" n( ^. F# u" a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 a% b* ~8 P/ HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * c6 ~& A2 V! ]$ @# D' v% `
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' \: @, w& f! i- e# G9 |
' U2 ~, o' X( b* f; _+ \" FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! H# j6 W/ T; v5 v" o# @7 t
How you suffered for you sanity,
c9 m0 B8 ~" v$ L' PHow you tried to set them free,
: d/ j! r- Q& V& _/ b' ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ w1 i$ F1 x ~, ~: LPerhaps they never will. |
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