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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 J. l6 V+ Q" L) T. g( t; C9 ]2 X3 U
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
$ m, X. J' i( g: ZShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% ~0 x0 x" f; S, y8 |# U+ K: O0 ^Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " F* X# D/ |% A8 G1 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 m" g$ a: j, o7 o
How you suffered for you sanity,
; Y* B3 a& V2 X6 h0 s$ SHow you tried to set them free, 3 ~" o5 H8 ?+ ^ X1 {: ]9 h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* o- n' L& K. I' K' ?4 A/ YStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, ?4 e9 A; N, z; Y% G* u2 [6 QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 H8 \; m# D/ o% X: A% U3 l( H" HColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 a0 M6 Q' r, b# UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , y1 i* z5 ~ I/ \
! t+ M! ^" ~! i7 l y7 p0 bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 ?& l$ P- U: p$ ? s# y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 h( i8 Q# m9 }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; F6 D, g% ?( A7 U" e2 d. e
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! Y3 K3 ?+ H' m! C
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) J* H, A, Z/ q( j w
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! U2 I, x9 e6 q h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 H! f; y+ t- U- vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! ~, D! |- @- F0 I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ _; m$ J2 C6 M( P' Q2 D
How you suffered for you sanity,; D% U, }. F. }! F8 ]- @
How you tried to set them free, $ m% [. M J4 h! |
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' o5 E# ]2 C& D. K9 g' M$ S
Perhaps they never will. |
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