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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , W1 P/ @) l1 c$ H( E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, W$ V) L8 A; \+ U* o7 \8 F& P6 uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 F& ]( J2 p$ w( h: lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% z# y3 M( N/ O3 P" U" }/ q3 mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; i- o( {; n3 t& V/ }4 a
How you suffered for you sanity,
& p- x* M9 G$ e0 e' UHow you tried to set them free,
' I Y2 v+ u! p1 g+ ^5 S* qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 N A4 x* r# Y; g( h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# Y" h! A \1 D0 U8 \9 xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( ?9 L- c4 u+ x; [" uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
m1 ?3 r% O! C8 T1 u3 B% K9 IWeathered 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,
- _9 C! ~1 \, A6 Z% Y" F; dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# P& t6 g4 ?$ ^! _4 \' J1 ?" RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ' j5 ^( R. h8 W" T, ?( W, D1 o5 c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ \4 d3 `! H5 \, X- R f% VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 L" b- t2 B) R) iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
6 }1 R' G$ z8 I, sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- w/ G+ p0 k9 zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) b! H% x9 E$ e; d" P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & s9 t) x8 X. O1 {
1 |0 i! ]: i- D0 N4 WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! L" Q9 f7 p9 `$ I8 p3 I, i0 c
How you suffered for you sanity,/ T1 e) n- u) F
How you tried to set them free, ; ` d `: g8 C7 l0 H& D
They would not listen they're not listening still, : y: P$ b1 x! ]& `+ I
Perhaps they never will. |
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