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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & l4 \) N, s' K$ w+ @1 g% _" S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : U% P/ v$ g* s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! s7 e4 [+ ?+ D/ c! T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( ?4 Y9 C* R# d4 g8 PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, n9 w( I# K6 @) ?2 IHow you suffered for you sanity, 6 z" c! [! [- _& z/ X
How you tried to set them free, : k0 ~: S% W8 {' j" M6 ?, _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 ~7 |: O. g' W5 i( Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 X1 F/ ~, z7 e7 i5 {2 {3 ^Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 f X- m, \# ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 @, w3 c9 ]- V9 B- [5 F! sWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * o$ w/ ~; V D+ T- j8 j4 P
8 h( L' R2 c9 C& E" t# YFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 5 g/ _8 u+ @, O2 y- F r; k% i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! w/ u9 t. m( d/ v; r* V2 AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
! F# y7 @! F7 I4 ^7 b' r; v* FBut I could have told you, Vincent, & |* c* b8 S9 P* ?1 K( O( J/ K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) G# o0 `- t% Y9 b: pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 c0 ?" I! r% t) T2 L: e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 J' H9 m$ `, R' z8 R' f; I( pThe 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, - s' @- n( j3 y7 ]
How you suffered for you sanity,& P5 l4 \9 H: D6 e
How you tried to set them free,
2 K& z# ]1 p6 Z; n1 n' W7 ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 \5 J& `' ?) h# T1 h2 APerhaps they never will. |
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