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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# k2 |0 }7 S8 m, H5 lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ y8 z* d! k0 zShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- R- }4 p5 r0 G# B+ \5 L5 A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 ^% J! _: y# F) U
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, Y* s0 q" o O! H
How you suffered for you sanity,
) l0 O- c) Q; G9 [ w1 Y3 Y* {, k! L- }How you tried to set them free,
. q* m+ g9 K3 \$ S+ C+ O) F9 ~! TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 Z( p9 L+ Q7 lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 T7 G& D2 M8 ?4 x3 Y2 a$ F+ e5 o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 Z5 d* q6 |) C9 U+ M* S! sColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
3 t# }. z4 W: cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / b- J3 q, k- D$ m( r$ K# K8 c
6 p* s% a' a) I, jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 X6 k5 K: i; y+ F: y+ mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 l8 n4 J$ h, vYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 d& x$ F4 P) F% i* |But I could have told you, Vincent, ) @" h* `- E9 L& z/ m6 A3 x0 V- ?% w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # N& V; n! l* G+ [1 f+ l6 T+ T+ F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 _* W5 ^* Z( |) @( u* B; W6 P& i/ k# |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( w- Y! O3 F* Q! vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 @; n8 s K+ T) T1 ^9 T% z9 W: EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* C( a0 b1 M, G4 n3 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % H4 d8 M- P) |* }& r
How you suffered for you sanity,
& B& w/ u5 {- n4 [: {, w, N9 h! YHow you tried to set them free, + m7 Y5 H h) E: }1 q* {" p. d+ k: T
They would not listen they're not listening still, , D& Z1 j- w3 n5 q& y
Perhaps they never will. |
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