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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 p# t6 o* ] I% I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # Z% C+ d. f1 b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 e. W! x" O4 t" E% l3 LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , y: V: y) ~) ]9 J* [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' ]: O, H% S) Z1 ~5 D
How you suffered for you sanity, & U& z# G$ ~- B' \$ z
How you tried to set them free, ( Y: _2 \. H, c; g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 a7 v l& |9 t# r) j) `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* o; E& {6 C# i5 K- lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( o% X% T3 V- K7 C# b( \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# t: x9 h5 s0 G2 O, |2 T6 U. pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; s& @& c- i, L- B& A4 }& C
) r2 ?! h- x- U' WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 N3 p5 k+ O3 E) RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! `) [- q* R: q. A
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
z) i& s; S) Z/ H! ?# dBut I could have told you, Vincent,
' X+ L! p' f) G' }! Q9 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
7 {' E) X: n1 S% G& \Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 O" i2 ^8 w% F4 M* Y- LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / F( i- O- ?8 G, O1 s: c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 b1 O3 l1 Y" R" O& _
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& g# V9 Q% d% N: A! o, r3 JHow you suffered for you sanity,4 ^7 `: h }; g& M( J' p( p
How you tried to set them free, + T8 H# _, p8 o' x+ v4 Q- b5 S0 R
They would not listen they're not listening still,
# ^' `+ g. D8 d7 D/ A! d4 APerhaps they never will. |
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