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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 [; S- S- f( h4 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 m5 B; e' A0 {' M8 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; N# m" @2 L. t E) J+ c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) y8 F X' `/ T0 u. H% |Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 a o5 b/ @* p# v
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ R8 O3 a4 l* ~ m# _# o0 OHow you tried to set them free,
7 g! x: A$ E- F' h+ P7 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- F; ~' ~ |! R- {* ]3 s- sStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ K y! |! S* q+ j) eSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 z$ T4 M6 u G+ Z0 ~" k$ qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 S. U& q0 e/ [8 i9 gWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * F* q0 {2 C% V& U9 q+ \, R& g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 r$ x1 [" D: x. f1 [$ ?3 t/ j. B" |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* c% d9 o+ \% P$ e( Z" rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; v: p( g4 f0 d/ K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
Q1 B2 y7 R" V! g# lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 G) B M! D* D W1 R
" W% T6 }7 e; l c) K) b! d% U% RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 X4 R2 k) [+ B; U ?7 a1 X. L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 N: |- | X' q- v9 `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % L: ~' g( R) u$ T. L/ O
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, # l$ V7 A2 Y* [
How you suffered for you sanity,
( U5 _; B% Z) J2 K* MHow you tried to set them free, 5 N: s$ T% M6 C8 q
They would not listen they're not listening still,
0 S/ g, Z8 V d! GPerhaps they never will. |
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