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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ i1 ?7 o; g1 M; `; LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, v* ~1 L0 E& v- a9 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& E9 O u! s% { A/ A
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - N; l, [6 _: S9 }5 J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' b0 H7 I! I( m p8 p( F8 O
How you suffered for you sanity, + t; V; o5 q' e- G$ [8 h
How you tried to set them free, ' y! {* M: C0 d/ z9 L
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% W m; F A0 {7 o7 SStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 R7 a# O! m6 {6 C6 _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! ~4 j/ C/ M: U8 J7 y" u E# w" tColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! e5 ~+ x: k$ V% H6 O9 g/ F! H# `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % a! J F i9 |1 p& Q2 @3 ^# q
) |. o1 k/ E1 x$ {- j* K: |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 h# A' ~5 | \7 @# c# i$ O9 Z8 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' f2 s& I K& v" bYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 c( ~& h) ^% H1 D: y$ R; ], FBut I could have told you, Vincent, 0 z1 E* v+ U, _- l5 a: E, I/ I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' _. R7 U8 L# q) o5 D9 k) x# P
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - ~% B3 {) [! `4 ?2 H9 ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 a S, {( e! E: C- n5 i/ x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# p! T+ `# N; k7 Q! tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' T9 q- C5 U8 [) v2 r* Q: [: i! ~8 BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, % N1 L7 l' q4 W3 @- @$ k: k3 {+ ^
How you suffered for you sanity,' o O6 D8 v" i9 z: H; a4 Z
How you tried to set them free,
+ E! K' Y. P) H. n& p$ n' H) F' A- ?They would not listen they're not listening still, . ~' J' a" g4 t2 v8 z9 W+ }( @1 L
Perhaps they never will. |
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