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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 U- W, t8 M7 X% B& U3 ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 l, u% Y# ]5 DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 F+ l& W+ D# Z3 P: N( ]- d) O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 P l+ f$ u# F0 \* y6 @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; K. S1 Y; S6 `6 `$ c8 FHow you suffered for you sanity,
* m& ?! \' s1 A3 [! C" d4 O& UHow you tried to set them free,
* i# U$ a9 i1 v5 Y% zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% {. y& i% G% H5 V5 ~* H5 E9 x5 H2 ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & Q$ T4 x1 Y9 [7 K; e& [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 d/ I% j- M( _5 Z) w# w+ |5 P' [ d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & P/ W r7 m: n2 z. r; F/ H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 D/ D0 b, y, H- F& w; k/ I9 e
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
; h6 E, s8 \, u- Y; \& M$ }# iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- |; T0 w6 t' {4 c4 |/ M6 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# [' o! ]; j" h$ s" D3 Q6 RBut I could have told you, Vincent,
" t! b9 y U! n3 ^; i5 @; G/ E fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! q) M4 ^+ ^. P4 u4 b
' L6 z2 d, h, s. s$ u9 `3 DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, / U' Y* e' I( X: @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
' V6 c A% ^1 k2 n( l" P3 G) oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 h$ F- y4 l& A$ p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. R X3 P5 f( m; X3 u& L. K
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 e( o7 A7 l M3 S7 jHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 v" c) x, X2 ?+ t) d. ^4 R4 M/ E" eHow you tried to set them free, 5 b: e3 [; L5 \, P `1 a& [
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 K) t- X3 X/ i; v1 T
Perhaps they never will. |
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