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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . V# q" e# d' v& a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - [8 i4 U6 C; Y; }# z& ^# V
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 V; D$ e( N6 g; H2 x K0 e/ y6 X
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ F. b7 n4 X. d3 {Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* |9 d& e3 b' `& j0 L9 wHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 g e3 C5 T6 i1 E& \- m
How you tried to set them free,
V; O; i( m- x& }% rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
# R# g: A9 C+ c/ L/ p qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 ?7 Z# W" K, w- D% dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ K9 `1 j0 r9 \1 \) RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" r! U- e. P, B" H% s6 w7 aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 [, q6 K. o2 D0 k" F
_$ ]* p% j( q9 O; D. ]) LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- U# _2 E" ~. F' dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" s; T' N( b5 S7 }( z$ AYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , ?& ~5 M. h E3 Q& p
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. Q( m$ Z! b$ m* XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 v6 ^0 L4 r5 n. c- U3 T9 ~
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 o' D9 b. S$ z3 U4 W* LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) e* J# n: F6 e& p. p9 }
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 T" ]! N+ O2 _$ I: W- kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' C0 ?& x1 f7 {6 w# e# X
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 m7 c1 {+ n1 s' b. a% ~How you tried to set them free,
6 o+ N/ ^; r, {They would not listen they're not listening still,
+ W" u9 y! g7 IPerhaps they never will. |
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