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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + V2 v( e9 P$ B7 o0 J' X& J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 ^9 t8 X B9 a8 N/ c! z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& n# E1 ]! _ J& r# e6 o( Y/ z6 A0 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & U* {+ [2 b, N! v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 Y* l' d$ ^8 I( Q. [* C, { YHow you suffered for you sanity, ! L( E- F( T3 p( {% o4 r6 x
How you tried to set them free,
) |5 e' K n7 r, x5 y, [- K( `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & u. s# ^* O4 \8 `% W4 e( }
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& z1 z% ` Y$ @3 T- M- O9 V! ?Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
1 p0 `% K: O! x2 ^; BColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 X' ]" v' F% h0 M/ ^% W( f$ O" wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; \1 U) r9 R4 r* D4 ]( c# [
4 t; N" n: P4 X* K; ]1 BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- P4 Z* d0 U+ x# f" d% N0 NAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% a0 U; m' R g% N D; jYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ; t3 R4 A# \4 R3 X/ G4 X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 v' m4 q) f3 B9 x! \" lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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+ k: H5 N; \/ ^6 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - q9 e2 u2 O% U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % }5 v _( Z/ N0 i% j& d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - N s: R( ?7 T% y# F: f+ o. S, o
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. . {9 N& d6 G! h0 Q2 b
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, " y' Y; f( E ?3 _/ P0 w9 D% w
How you suffered for you sanity,2 O/ z* T5 o' `% N7 d8 A
How you tried to set them free, 2 ]* E! \# O" y o; q
They would not listen they're not listening still, " s$ w3 g( v' q. s- ?! e7 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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