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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # U. L8 M( f4 D1 I4 _+ V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 A2 w$ W0 {; D7 y( `Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 m! \: \1 R( D% P. y( O, L" N5 RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* |% q% b7 `" I9 y' Q. t# pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
! {3 u) X4 O* U6 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 W: o# d7 d% b8 J, t: jHow you tried to set them free,
7 r. N4 c) }1 ^7 g' `% d: w7 W3 TThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 F' w: r! Q1 O7 OStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ {- R$ M! |1 A6 s; Y: ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& U9 ?3 A# T/ E9 f& ?- s7 M9 b m4 |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * Z4 C4 k! z: s( f* c9 F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + b3 ?2 T' U1 g5 W
b2 f- ~5 j5 o2 ]5 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * p E* _$ L$ R$ K) b% m3 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; B( @5 l7 d" D2 e) gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; H' l2 X8 U. C& x9 D0 {* ~; iBut I could have told you, Vincent, . ^, a0 K3 g& C/ {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 C2 g) h" M) T8 g$ `
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % w( r% F" Z! Y. a
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 \1 }+ g2 J7 V2 c7 J6 _* ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / n" |4 v' s8 b6 A* j6 w4 }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ l& g& ]' o5 e+ Y d" W5 L
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' \1 p' N8 C" ? b0 K6 i8 P/ S
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 Z) a9 L% Q9 [How you tried to set them free,
) c8 H7 `% r* o4 wThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% t! ^! u1 Q: i9 P2 _Perhaps they never will. |
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