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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % Q+ h' V c& c( [
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' J- c- O9 p* O/ L8 J! X. ~' s vShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 e2 {; P6 N. g k7 J, dCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; H) f5 I, h; v4 M6 F/ t" a6 K8 q# J( zNow I understand what you tried to say to me,, g) o6 p9 A3 o6 R
How you suffered for you sanity,
. [4 H+ g+ T. R, f! i, `9 vHow you tried to set them free,
$ H1 N; Q1 Y- Z6 HThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 J8 h6 u8 n2 J) q( b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, # R- q% a+ ~6 Y3 l
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' G) {' {9 u; ` ^; i7 w/ ]4 T; q6 g- e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 i+ M' W, H5 |/ T( h- z/ tWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 w8 n! v, p5 }1 E Q. J
2 Y7 Z, H* i j3 E, i! E' ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 L# s- }1 B2 ^5 w$ z* U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# Z' a2 ^/ S7 y' p- p. vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * Z5 ~3 U& u6 M$ F4 q2 L o/ z) G
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 n% Z/ F2 P+ R8 L4 s+ x4 u; G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : k) l0 K1 R0 R1 F/ t
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) b O4 h7 r. M2 @, ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # | y& K$ s3 Y! p! M9 p
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 q' H7 ~0 L M6 a* e4 E
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 r! w! l& e+ |( H
, z& A- r0 N3 O t4 m$ ?5 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
X0 q5 t% U L+ M& y5 P0 q& fHow you suffered for you sanity,4 O" [, E9 i& ^) E; q0 k
How you tried to set them free,
/ W+ r+ {* X# DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
+ s8 r( ?: T; \7 X; @. a( WPerhaps they never will. |
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