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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & l R0 M$ g7 \1 P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # K, m# U8 r4 r0 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( H# {* q* a' w0 A! Y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 n# z3 m( u2 o' A! { x7 ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ z. @, D, P8 b" _" i8 Z( tHow you suffered for you sanity,
; |6 a' _$ I* H4 ^" m/ uHow you tried to set them free, 4 g3 D n ~1 f& }9 V" D5 A0 O$ e
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! v* t5 N' K* R- B. m7 x1 k5 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, b% G0 q, q- x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 [! s9 U* x) t! P, x+ T+ j: @# ZColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' s6 Y* }$ d/ \( I3 g( sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : z& B b% B, I( G, O
+ U3 J0 Z1 C0 l3 x! {For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 T3 [9 V# Z' W; jAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. S5 z6 J1 w# A$ xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 m+ X% @1 f) y) q; RBut I could have told you, Vincent, - Z( U: b; a$ f$ l, R3 c
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 `# d8 H8 ^- x$ B( J. r
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* ] n' u6 m6 W5 \( R1 q8 D/ }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 p# ^% {0 Z. v
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( Q4 F/ ?$ ~8 g' p, w' T2 oThe 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,
# F- T* Q8 J* U+ G& g, S6 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 K$ Q' a4 g" O6 ?0 @/ k4 jHow you tried to set them free,
/ {2 H" x$ O( k2 w: w' NThey would not listen they're not listening still, - l2 G9 x) w3 s+ T
Perhaps they never will. |
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