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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , L7 l5 {( O/ \9 F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# V( L4 o" D7 u. oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
, i7 j0 S) G, x+ F: `Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 L" b% r" l6 i. h1 E: d( C9 a) ^6 kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 ~1 Q- g5 C+ \- d0 S/ D
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 e- L7 o# ]' q; x
How you tried to set them free, , `6 h( e5 e# Q" Z+ s$ O3 d, S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' q3 W! o2 n$ `/ x& ~+ V/ h
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" R7 f' J" j1 c2 V) V( JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . G5 @' C4 r( Y# L- S' S) t: o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 b& ?0 C' ^( b$ d o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & _9 A. Z: K+ h( _ s9 l
: f/ v; [7 E# c' I P1 _& @3 LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 q+ T8 {9 ^2 L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- x2 E* ?" m0 R6 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 I d! i _! Q& p+ l& C4 S1 qBut I could have told you, Vincent, ( ~7 P9 q1 m; ^% w& e+ Z4 C t
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " ?/ h- c9 b+ X/ q
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
" I0 I5 K$ C) z# }$ C" ?5 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 Y) U% x2 p/ ~Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 v9 L: y- d* W9 H1 j2 X4 U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & }- j* S9 r& Q: e$ o2 I3 z
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 |% K- ]% L! W5 [1 X; i) j
How you suffered for you sanity,+ r$ G, K) {8 l; Z# d, G" r5 S
How you tried to set them free, 7 W m0 m4 {* w9 z
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- O* b. `# Z0 `' j4 A* R `) t* hPerhaps they never will. |
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