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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, l$ {* e& {, i# W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% [8 Z4 Q: E2 a _8 }/ KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! j7 t' A1 g3 C [$ G+ w% P% |Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 \/ P" e! I9 { d- T) X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 W% @: D5 ^. F0 @5 r) t* u
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 T4 d E7 o: u% Q) l. Y" k
How you tried to set them free,
|. x" n$ K- W1 M- ?8 X8 T. zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # Z6 Z2 r- X4 @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, $ X0 {" G" W" G" e7 m3 S6 \- S: ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# L! R5 A8 B, {2 PColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. N" e- G6 Z' u( b$ HWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: t" J& Q: K) L% y; b# oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 L' S8 C( C2 ]8 VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 {6 I7 |0 M7 {/ z' HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) H6 [5 H1 R6 QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ |; _# G. B! b1 Z' z0 s+ AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 m: L d4 m3 f( W8 P2 X
' q5 ]2 L( I; E, g IStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 [! I- s/ ^2 q; O+ m1 [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ I- G5 ?3 @ ^* h) k8 q/ p5 R
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 }' L" n5 E8 J2 i- O8 }& V$ g, D
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, 6 Y6 f, F; O/ }2 K4 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 T8 ]+ m h" @- x3 THow you tried to set them free, % K/ h+ R9 d+ C* S
They would not listen they're not listening still, * G8 d* V. p; k/ u
Perhaps they never will. |
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