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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 v5 @% y& p3 Y8 m% Y% {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; b5 q- H5 f" v: N" \$ O! B0 t" W
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,8 ]$ |" N$ u" f) n4 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 y% o4 }4 u& K3 W0 _: \6 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! d8 o; C; A1 g2 M. c( RHow you suffered for you sanity,
5 C, ?$ R/ c" t. d mHow you tried to set them free, 5 k4 B- ]$ S! V5 B. R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- `( j% B( R! `8 n, j$ v/ @; CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) ^5 p2 ~: S1 A8 D- `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& b" z( t }5 G# k: OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* e; T* o* r9 r2 Z( qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 h4 N9 h+ D' ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, , q u, G d8 c6 A1 w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( U4 `1 `/ { b- X6 K9 E4 ~4 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, , f# U3 f1 \) v9 S$ W) h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) `' E4 J- _9 c$ Z( ?, q9 p: wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 l& T1 ~* x! M# d# R" e
! C4 `0 d& V D# Z) }; h0 sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ R; ?6 r' A7 ]6 q) G, rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; z, {! ~5 O' LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 B: D% w9 ]6 P8 V! O' W5 ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 U% }( X+ g. ~6 }' I
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ B( w9 G2 d( i4 c* h8 P- A" KHow you suffered for you sanity,. K3 X7 ]7 S+ R! w' K; k
How you tried to set them free,
& f9 P' X/ S( k6 zThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 ]( W& k6 l- k- \% T; b p/ V
Perhaps they never will. |
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