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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ E9 q+ O* x4 WLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 f0 d6 U8 s1 I) r/ |% rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 G+ T; v T! [& G( n. ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + E, f0 _ q' B, k. U, _5 O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* r; ^/ I* s5 ^. o* d% r+ aHow you suffered for you sanity,
! G* A1 U0 `% X# j% \# o ~How you tried to set them free,
: B0 v! n% f* h5 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 y8 p+ X, {$ ]4 Y- l$ M) i4 A+ e
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 w `% P" `5 pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , s( t; b6 y6 b4 e3 B5 Q1 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: M1 H2 w8 ^, s* k \3 _8 k W. o$ \Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 S4 V: X8 W+ n! b0 p
6 P" T+ ^& x1 Y( O7 u" tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % u7 z) V* f n4 I) U2 Q
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" z( L( i0 J8 aYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
" m! Y. s( m7 v( g; Q; X M% JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
- Y, L# g K: m# [; k4 HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 {: Z8 X! t. u! S! p1 u6 K
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 V% I' ^5 l; S! N; jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% r- x+ `# Z9 a6 ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 u" C3 S/ P$ |" @8 t
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * |% ?" l, o$ x5 v
6 { v8 D6 N2 ^' L* rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( g$ X/ D1 b* LHow you suffered for you sanity,- c( a! q3 ~. w) y& w9 `) k
How you tried to set them free,
# M! ^8 W& i( Y! Y ]2 B4 kThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 Z# T- ?2 X! g, b9 `- c8 d& q1 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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