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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 f; s4 b k6 W+ T1 v) G
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 p9 ^$ T l) Z$ e) F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) q0 b) m2 w! kCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( i0 {$ o9 i/ o) KNow I understand what you tried to say to me,; n$ O s% n' _6 Y0 N7 u0 Z
How you suffered for you sanity, % u* V0 E0 J q2 @! X1 I
How you tried to set them free,
' R$ r$ I }+ L& qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; W6 j& _- u* M2 H; u) o( o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : V+ u7 g6 b* C1 P$ x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! q! u4 r- \5 U$ F& W- TColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. y% @* F5 n7 ]- ^% fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * a% h* B8 e, o- ]8 O
) c" l3 L5 [2 r$ E# }& ]! e. b- R3 d: ]% MFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * \8 p7 w5 `. c5 N: J( Z/ d; ^9 G
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 W* l7 M7 R0 W( s+ e' `. X2 jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ G, l& r0 @ kBut I could have told you, Vincent, F" \+ |* O; F9 u- n* J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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7 |8 y$ I+ |& pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ) G7 c0 [2 b' i& Y1 Y$ S a4 } O* ^
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & K! Z. o! P$ q, X- R4 j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' u/ b+ |3 k+ G' I- r+ x
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, 7 I1 ~ w0 P4 C$ h N" }; \0 J
How you suffered for you sanity,
' N" p7 I" d" \! ]; W% E4 yHow you tried to set them free, & F0 Y3 V) J" I3 r- H
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 ]( P0 Q5 W; K# |: r
Perhaps they never will. |
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