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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! i: p' m" q9 ~, Z- ?' D# ]( w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; [5 v8 ] _/ I3 t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 T2 ~# y/ p: O7 P- @0 X. a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ [- p: i: u- mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,# |/ f1 E' c% ?( l
How you suffered for you sanity,
: D" H$ B! m3 e# R% GHow you tried to set them free,
. t0 F" ?% C% d7 M* p& Q- ^- |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 e+ j; f; I# P% G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' f8 V0 ?* r6 V+ k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 Y J! l) p, x7 s; n2 A/ w. k+ DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 R7 m5 y8 N( j* ^Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ b6 Q- A$ ~, P) B0 d/ K) O; {
) L: F5 A* Y. j/ X& g g2 FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 d- y8 z2 Z2 C" _! x. r7 B/ s- ^Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 p% u1 h8 P) \$ o0 j
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 X7 {. N) |# B' XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' p4 }- x; q3 a+ `9 S! mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' m" f5 P4 i2 F) M! q- ], O5 k# b4 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* B( J1 e# \0 ^ z. A( c1 fLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# i5 i) ~+ h+ f# z; D7 UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 s! e( a6 m2 _
. X8 q+ ^; c! {7 H- R+ i" r& nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 p0 L2 I3 ]( u, R2 G9 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
' C' G" l( t* L# a& [How you tried to set them free, % t# \/ i& w% J' F& x1 M' m' H6 x
They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 ]9 @8 u/ o7 M, f+ H- l2 T. C
Perhaps they never will. |
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