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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( C1 u" B2 N% c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ P& B- t# I+ Y! @' G- Q1 C' nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 C' t3 z2 A% j; p$ S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + g8 G7 z/ ?1 @! z7 y) S+ r
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
; O$ k2 i( U' E0 v- m& NHow you suffered for you sanity,
! ^# \+ C$ X1 z5 i+ mHow you tried to set them free,
/ p/ s8 ], v! @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ]0 q, o) e e4 f, |& O. ~1 p
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, & n9 p: R1 X# [0 P2 I, S
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 d- A& ]% Q0 t( W/ x# WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( e5 x* n. y# l
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & z5 y: e' q3 _$ j
: M, k# N' \* |4 L" `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 s! `1 d; Y! D0 ~
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 u* P" X) V# A0 N& ^9 q: k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 1 f, H" o( X% u9 N7 A) T
But I could have told you, Vincent,
, A+ C+ i! I D9 H; a/ l: XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) X4 x2 o' k. _* s& m/ b
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 V# B: V p6 Y( U" N0 {4 u: r* n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' R, v- U5 a- i/ x6 f6 y
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 c+ w3 G; ?" c9 _1 v& D( b' M& d1 ~. K
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, , b, ]" I& p+ V
How you suffered for you sanity,
, I! A# _& F$ G2 f# uHow you tried to set them free,
4 I- x7 N/ e8 w! {/ m6 J0 r4 Q$ jThey would not listen they're not listening still, % d/ Y9 c* J- m
Perhaps they never will. |
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