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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# ?: w" x U; V/ @' SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 a9 g' P \1 Y6 F2 X; |* ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 r5 s% a% x0 Y4 O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( Q# P' P3 x5 h: V3 o6 vNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 t0 }( r0 d. U' l
How you suffered for you sanity,
% k& ]7 q; O5 y3 U- V# m6 sHow you tried to set them free, + P' [- D: x. ?. [0 a- `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & k: a2 P( e8 U7 R5 B! G
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 w( N: y9 Q8 z! s4 mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* [2 A/ ]! ^) h: y8 S+ P1 vColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 B& A7 u; v. h( }, ~ ~9 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' R0 Q4 I, K' U+ I, V, N
2 q: f- P' R( e% GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 @/ b* z3 S- e3 W2 {# i# wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; h+ u5 H& E7 F" b6 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) m+ z& @* R, `
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 a% r+ O- J0 m' E; @
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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" s9 M& l+ ]" @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 E+ ]* y3 J) m, n9 a; i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + ?5 }& V5 Y- U. m) F& A+ }% r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ q9 g& K/ D6 S1 l k* D- dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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. T7 B, |3 G$ u$ xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' H0 |& y: G$ D% p( Z, B, |
How you suffered for you sanity,9 a8 D+ A# F) o+ x. n# f3 O! n# `7 e
How you tried to set them free,
+ l) b5 A2 K6 a p; J- eThey would not listen they're not listening still, . e3 c$ O5 K P" [' J8 h& Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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