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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! B' A9 p. E" \" R2 l7 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& j" q. ?" @) I2 u7 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 _6 E+ o; t, Y" V6 R$ v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* w% a4 _0 Z+ w$ o) N+ n4 RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 @" C( x! G4 `, k* {- q
How you suffered for you sanity,
( m- e' W: N" i9 S+ T( @, ^How you tried to set them free, ; I2 \% H- E/ n1 _# }$ j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 0 M4 |. B9 `. \+ k+ w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . I6 J0 D4 e# O& e u. N$ S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 {7 Q" `+ _8 Q: SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % e- J+ s4 j- N* o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & u+ {* \$ @8 G) i6 q* a% N
- N. k: m( t5 P5 g( T" lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) {) U& ~5 V. J1 d
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 X. a! j- t# }$ M2 OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ w4 G$ C! p: o$ q' WBut I could have told you, Vincent, # j) l6 E+ S- T5 Q" z2 J9 Y- r1 p
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : h. W& G: @$ ^5 C8 N4 H' g# s( D. I, R
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, ~$ f7 [" `( P8 a: ^+ W' I HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; }% ?9 |/ w. m3 ?/ l' u
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' e0 ?* J5 L. @* k8 W' w# T# v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" g% i% b/ X' k2 VHow you suffered for you sanity,. U2 A2 R1 Z- R; u
How you tried to set them free, 3 c, P: z1 z2 h+ u5 n) @
They would not listen they're not listening still, * T5 G9 G M- M. n
Perhaps they never will. |
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