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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - V" ^+ ^6 P/ K6 g& f G3 V
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( @! y- M1 q1 ^0 Q- x& Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 O* q! w/ S/ q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' M: j3 M6 f- n0 m8 L$ f. o4 o
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 z* n5 x7 d3 O6 y5 t. O& A: Y; V
How you suffered for you sanity, % H5 [ p6 D0 \+ l
How you tried to set them free, 2 x6 C+ d' d8 \4 r3 H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
6 i, j+ z9 h/ K" ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 n* S3 H9 K$ H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, J+ M2 r4 n8 R; a% s$ `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! J# q8 Q: v* }$ E2 KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 ~1 z! `; v: o4 |5 x4 `
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
1 z* \( W% I+ W% |" aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* s3 ?; J; Y) o: Y; |1 i5 z+ _* yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, H2 T5 l/ m* ?- I
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 W3 _" ]* ?6 G+ K' jThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 a- B/ }7 u5 r5 Y! y7 @
) a1 L+ P) ^( i7 TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 @$ t m. a! a( H1 [$ c; m: [0 SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . }; Z! }4 j% n5 s2 m, u3 J2 z |6 `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- |9 j z+ A- R2 L3 y1 Y' SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( X+ I6 @9 I5 O$ a, ]$ oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 2 K6 t* f$ _# W# K: O
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 D# u+ h7 d, \ t8 A, fHow you tried to set them free, ' J& G* {- J* R, z7 J7 |
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 ]$ t4 R$ ?, r
Perhaps they never will. |
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