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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 u& D! H- \1 p
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 }3 Q E8 v3 i2 K- B: T0 VShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 o* K) Z& |5 M5 G. {, A: V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( S* N6 r- h; ]! g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
. Y9 M$ B/ {! c. Q) JHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 z2 f8 I, n* C. b, p2 m
How you tried to set them free,
3 @/ V' _! [& }# LThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. % ~- y8 q* Z$ z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 q; H2 H) q9 _. k
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# @9 z0 N' n6 c; L6 x7 _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ V3 c* r Y! P; r* o& Q9 u% MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. . ^0 K. c6 p0 I |! W
6 o6 P- a" l1 \8 i, @( AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; R v$ R4 B, {4 D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 P- @0 S0 b P! g# RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' ]9 m& |" ?3 B7 r1 _* g p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ a# w+ j$ N, A) s3 v7 dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 q& P; Q+ @% z. f8 W9 f9 M* CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 E% @! T) {# D3 LFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
8 k; S7 k; k4 F+ E6 LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
9 B. e" a( W D# [The 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 F9 c4 k V2 i! [How you suffered for you sanity,
2 j5 J3 i0 j0 LHow you tried to set them free,
9 w% q0 h c9 n- y7 T+ ?/ Z- aThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. H7 X. ^7 M. l4 T* a* HPerhaps they never will. |
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