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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( l) g: N( [7 L; |. N; F" c' z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 i9 T* `! a; q+ W5 G5 g6 ?- qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 o, j! f) _ X4 B0 A. XCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 Y9 \7 I4 l4 m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! Y, P9 g7 _3 _8 t$ M
How you suffered for you sanity, % d( R4 g9 L+ l2 O4 O+ y; E- k
How you tried to set them free,
+ m( v7 C# [: E! z' L: {# r) w* HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % Q$ Z1 W/ {( E0 d7 @, N% s* t+ I+ t
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# p, v7 G0 y7 D0 lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* J: q0 b6 a) E+ J$ NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 |- z7 F' @+ A& a3 `0 b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % z: b2 j7 X$ X9 i( o/ @3 n5 |& B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 ~* L o" d9 G gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 S. i/ k2 c% T/ T" w3 ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # t9 V2 R" r1 [. A& }2 y. p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 r2 _+ ^; B" k2 B$ EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , Z" ~* D; P4 w) t
~% h9 V+ t! \: _ g' E7 A6 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' e1 k% y+ p. V9 zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: ^2 q* d# t/ X6 `* {# \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' y. ^4 L0 N/ \: d! ~: a* hThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 C" x, e6 z1 z' Z: F1 Y) Y9 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,0 G) D! i7 m. E* g; h" x
How you tried to set them free,
+ q0 ^& q% v7 k. k7 B% AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
) {2 }: M0 x) Q0 b* q2 H# fPerhaps they never will. |
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