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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, - k& A8 J$ \8 q% _, p& y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; d& s3 R2 B( d: q# n( y5 ~+ y
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: \* d: z" E5 T' F' G6 `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: u- V4 a b' jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; Y/ ^# D9 U ^How you suffered for you sanity, 0 Y/ V5 e# S# V. O9 B" z
How you tried to set them free,
% P! g( a2 t& m5 oThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ |2 B' X$ s: T9 j6 z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 Z8 l& a' h3 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ y0 y( N8 C4 g* fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 a# x5 J0 g; H( {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / d, _8 l5 g1 ^/ ~; }1 i; z
2 {+ `* `+ Y9 GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 }3 G! P* ^, N) s$ A: o* P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, : r; @( ~# t9 U X5 E9 J0 C" E2 Q0 R
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; u+ G6 `$ f( X$ R5 f# @! L+ T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# C6 B/ Z( o7 x) L+ [7 l1 q) fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 Y% r9 C4 F* {/ P& I2 l' y# y, r6 z
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % y" Z5 `' b0 @ j8 P- h- x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; i4 w" B: q6 S' W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& x. K& S7 v9 x* E6 o0 v2 e/ TThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( \# D! o& M# a2 s
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
w( T# {" E# k- xHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 t9 V% o; D/ p% g7 Z' ]How you tried to set them free, 5 j+ d l, R3 Y, p4 o$ [
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ N2 v3 y( Q+ w7 {& M i$ L* ^2 hPerhaps they never will. |
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