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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' h$ g' D8 U/ u+ j5 ]3 U- g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 z5 d* w6 \- K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% t9 l! w& E6 b4 G0 z0 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , w5 q8 Z) y; P3 n$ z. I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% @) O, e5 K" T O) z, t, ~( {How you suffered for you sanity, 4 V5 O: ~$ @% t/ H
How you tried to set them free, 3 _- d/ a/ x& _$ g6 s& ?) F& R' t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* I" W2 k( u" vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 w5 F; l) @2 v7 s: C5 e7 f3 O' j) }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; {$ n; Y4 e2 ?6 D' SColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % z* k6 P7 v& k1 u0 d! l7 y, |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * n3 F0 r3 o4 t. V8 ~. w
8 m% c/ S9 V# r' H& AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 d% Z4 s" ~" F& J/ x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - N+ x% y* A- v8 f& O' i; I
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 h; }# E) |! x5 F( t8 W! U" Y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# T& r( `8 h# q4 j. }& d$ T$ YThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * E2 R6 l4 W& e: f+ J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / G7 i8 j& C! q5 N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 k ?( o- U! r( LThe 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, 1 U6 f% z: ~7 H
How you suffered for you sanity,* F' d2 G" S+ \) u# D0 E2 Z
How you tried to set them free,
. X) M2 A/ }" v" B: _/ `They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 ]7 y3 B6 d [ O, h% w3 U% {9 R* lPerhaps they never will. |
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