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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 t9 Y1 w6 g8 A( b% y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 4 Y& m( }9 q5 d. W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 c2 B5 ~/ H# L; @; H9 A, HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 M8 a) q! c7 [% Y9 ANow I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 \# x6 _+ U: iHow you suffered for you sanity, & w7 v1 w- k) u8 s/ z8 v
How you tried to set them free, 3 [) v( G& z. u! n1 G' W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ C% D5 i5 [5 I: H9 o& a- R* uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, * N! m: S2 U. Q/ f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 q* r, G' D7 g e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! e, K! `5 M8 E9 I
Weathered 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,
! _; M; k/ W8 o! U9 P2 u3 bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% o+ L! h1 W: {1 J3 t$ TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" r- @4 Z- F6 R* ^2 Q# gBut I could have told you, Vincent, # s! ^. `, G* U( E! V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * ]' ]- d- c0 w7 E/ k: i+ {/ \
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 u; F+ c, ~' D3 t; o% U' o
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
h( m( R9 P, u# q- x% D' E0 a ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ [1 m+ @0 e: d, l6 sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % C$ C' r7 x4 u1 r
p0 N; r9 a- H- \9 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 \+ L, z- o$ H# z1 ], |. e8 CHow you suffered for you sanity,/ A1 O: x! l+ q9 N% T
How you tried to set them free,
' j; x' h% H0 R+ y. RThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 s+ y8 x N9 ~2 c! ]( }8 S6 u
Perhaps they never will. |
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