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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 s" O& Q. u: B( s5 ^/ W1 O
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 }. c* c7 h7 c) |5 D) uShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 ]' U* f/ S" ~. vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " D0 [/ q* k) Y9 g7 K1 y- B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 K8 j/ {3 S* U( g7 t6 |How you suffered for you sanity,
0 c1 [+ W1 b4 p p6 yHow you tried to set them free,
$ Z7 \. M& r( G% ^: ], t8 gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( b, C( ^6 K" v9 N, U9 N' g) {8 dStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 V+ e; [9 h) Z% _
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& h4 Z- T% i; `& \' R; R5 s! |Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) l; y9 |9 Z1 _8 B! Q LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - D1 e% f4 I8 u8 h) }8 u+ W' G3 O. C
% {6 f R3 O: P% P& l9 X; dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , ^, P* V& {$ [. f, J4 L, I- ~: W
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; a; B0 A0 t: T. w! U# t- DYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% h; T+ y' n$ Y7 S: P7 {1 ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
% t5 v4 D! T5 s* _! T" Q$ lThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. " v2 {, k$ f' @& b: R6 t. h
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % y" Y: g# e; ?) {- W1 m, F1 A# X0 \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 Y, G6 a6 _* w! s7 O5 G: bLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: a6 i+ x- O* ]( o4 L- zThe 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,
5 L8 Y( f% \' ]% P) jHow you suffered for you sanity,
' o h+ H; a" n* cHow you tried to set them free,
0 N- Z- H5 x6 `& Y. V C7 vThey would not listen they're not listening still, # [+ G# ^+ D9 i( F( A
Perhaps they never will. |
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