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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- m1 t H9 g8 e( _# o+ Q2 C0 eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- K( M* X/ M, S& m+ i8 c* N! dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 \/ Y! J/ Q& Q1 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , H- Z* J3 z0 r% [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, z; e+ r7 B D8 {, b* W, W8 p0 q& G) [
How you suffered for you sanity,
. M6 e. t$ J9 b5 r/ y5 uHow you tried to set them free,
e% X2 e' ], j7 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
& j k9 @# a3 e) hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, ]1 J# D! r/ zSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 L) Y) r6 L; u4 j% pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 y* E E; C% n: b! p7 NWeathered 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, 5 z7 n5 p& \+ F8 y, L: j. v
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' o5 s2 e' M" o, H; Y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 Z" @# q" q* ]2 ^( y# E
But I could have told you, Vincent, # C% d2 v9 s- k7 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * U3 o6 f. P+ D0 j
* ^& o$ u" }" x* Y z# W$ CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% G4 H1 s8 p' t+ W7 N, WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) z9 @% V* a+ k% F" s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " O. z+ N( s& J! r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( i" p& b; H- q& \+ D4 R3 U2 d& D0 P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 O/ S6 Q1 y0 ]+ Q6 E4 j( m9 e. RHow you suffered for you sanity,2 P* [$ E1 F0 D
How you tried to set them free,
1 y8 ?+ H2 d, v c# \They would not listen they're not listening still, . l0 S5 A* ], l' T( F2 Z" X
Perhaps they never will. |
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