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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . C6 z& y* k' Y. y _% i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ M* l, L( S! ]: N5 _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
) U& ?+ l Y. p8 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" T1 Z$ @$ [6 u; aNow I understand what you tried to say to me,4 g( t& H: b C( E: M L
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 f- z1 r* u( M% p4 G+ x% W/ B
How you tried to set them free,
1 W, }! q5 x1 {1 j2 }* H; qThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 s1 q6 o2 v: H! E+ y. m8 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . q1 @ ?( |7 v! h( m% V7 i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 p. ^. p- A) S# y& k `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; ~: @* z: S, n* _' \ k) q" d
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! |" s6 `/ X% i0 i! V( s; I
4 B8 R6 g$ Y' y3 {+ [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, j& y% ^8 C4 c* N' {) {/ uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 K4 W0 ^0 l! U+ G* s. R# n# I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 c/ }3 H1 S! E) L* V7 z/ c9 a2 c0 `% ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ k8 H0 i# k1 M! i+ }2 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 g: b7 I8 m, l3 R) J5 C& e1 g- c
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' ^; D( _ f N0 o/ t# e( j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& A' d! d5 g2 Y( A; E% L! `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' T" m* v2 T0 F" R, c0 c- ?. yThe 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,
+ t) U# d# o; t7 E6 q$ z) ?How you suffered for you sanity,
7 Y; W& L9 X& o; bHow you tried to set them free, # r! d" ]8 s% e# a3 w
They would not listen they're not listening still, + |' H" ]+ w }1 ?6 x4 D5 y7 {/ A
Perhaps they never will. |
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