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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! [( l; {& b0 W$ mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 E9 `7 d. c# ^! q+ m7 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" Z( Y, B' d7 g ^8 z! HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 A3 F. `2 X/ V
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ h) y/ D. q* k7 F; J0 t( w! x2 ~How you suffered for you sanity,
5 _; X1 L* f* lHow you tried to set them free, - Z0 \* E6 ]/ C; U8 O
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : R8 S1 A: \5 O+ Q5 S
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 a8 J) X3 [" @7 d1 U# A; {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- e. H* W% q0 m: Q8 U. ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ' l: W8 a7 S9 J; k, }! ^5 s
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' l# h+ U2 ~- y/ E9 R W
# N& |. i# g% v3 E1 W) i7 k% XFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) g1 L. s2 | {7 ~( |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 b4 G* S1 O" _- k( [- T; O) ]
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
" c" q, i X5 A7 O. } t0 r- WBut I could have told you, Vincent,
& j: n) w# O& a2 P7 ?# \- |: h0 iThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 L0 b9 q8 x' E7 u' \. F
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; n) A2 R$ k( h, G! j+ bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - y' B# H) K6 o, [: G1 \7 X
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / R7 m( y& G/ u1 C8 M: c
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, " P* D( M }6 Q4 v+ W3 V
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 S! t! p5 m. \% u; p4 e; `) vHow you tried to set them free,
) d& m$ a3 w# `- F& {They would not listen they're not listening still, , H8 a g1 A# S: ?# H1 x1 L' i. u
Perhaps they never will. |
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