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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 m/ g& M% @ cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ) @( y) H$ w; u+ {9 [$ p5 A. [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ L& G7 c8 A5 `$ w3 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' i5 J$ U6 F. ]) i$ o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
/ q8 Z! B, N1 S( K. ^How you suffered for you sanity, ! `& u/ x, [9 l) I+ B
How you tried to set them free,
. a& t' M5 S5 l$ n; N& \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. / M/ o8 y" \& Z5 I) E! K6 ` |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 i. U4 K& t# ?3 E1 l+ S) O; S; K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 ] K( i# g8 k. [5 Y+ NColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
}" i# E4 |4 X& }' [) c' cWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / j. U1 x) E9 B
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ Z& Q& }0 |0 D# u. C( ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' N6 k. N4 w$ ^1 v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 Z5 s+ a1 z/ B I/ a I# ?This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. l) W( \* |1 r3 V
6 \1 t" I& d7 P% w9 l/ a* P. rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' o- b% \5 K6 E' V0 G* K# M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # k1 m/ w: w: K- z3 s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 x1 d% U; H# G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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0 C, u! H) H9 w& s& WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! [* w4 l4 b( \: k0 z. z- Q7 yHow you suffered for you sanity,, T- p2 {# t2 Q# a! f
How you tried to set them free,
+ _/ M* m! Y( O8 v, y+ ^They would not listen they're not listening still, ) a1 `. k1 j9 J' |
Perhaps they never will. |
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