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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + B, H* \+ }7 |$ y7 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
) ]1 K j) ^: J3 tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ W: w! l" \: D
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ j5 ?: ?: `6 H9 G! i& N; ^( E2 ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 @1 ?3 f" I- E0 SHow you suffered for you sanity,
; I( {* o) k, `' O1 LHow you tried to set them free, 2 D& N% U5 ~9 Y2 X u! K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. Z" f1 |# ~6 n9 F+ s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 O) b* Y# b, w2 o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 A7 c: c' V3 I' r; d2 \& z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, : M9 `) M/ X1 U& v* P: K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ R* w h: S6 m7 v& r
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . g# ]5 b1 J7 b; w* V1 l
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / g, u9 {$ A5 |4 V
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 c' {, S0 H6 f1 ^' BBut I could have told you, Vincent, % B# j: ? Y2 }- z) U
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 e$ k( F& s) V: _
4 n* [4 e# T3 O% A5 k7 @$ q9 [% }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 g: I6 b4 k" A t, Y# pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. + e' g! w, T7 T1 f A0 O' m
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 W- u ^# U) G- A2 `# _ v- F& S
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / X+ \ v+ F7 m! P& W
# z5 ?9 O C2 k4 b7 B4 `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( { t t& w: [8 A
How you suffered for you sanity,6 R8 [2 C& Q, J& J* f
How you tried to set them free,
3 u9 @, K) f8 _4 U% FThey would not listen they're not listening still, 4 S# u9 P" @, e
Perhaps they never will. |
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