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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( ^. R: l$ y4 N8 C+ n
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 b, u# B3 S, W, T9 ?
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( [' |' J0 T- W' J, ^ p1 Y# }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , }/ }$ V$ l ?* u( m! Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, [& S# r, q" {# `& ~1 B% e/ V
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 `. ?9 F( p% R
How you tried to set them free,
7 |9 y2 D1 |, h* [8 U- cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # p0 p" w# ~1 G# t8 i4 _$ {
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; Y; C; i2 K P7 e+ X' O" j; cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # ^8 q; I! P: {; }2 L& M: C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - y+ }2 V) N( F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : q- S: I8 |+ i5 j7 ^
0 j, w* m% B3 p9 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! J) c6 O1 C& CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# A, `( _2 z0 I" u. a* WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
& G+ e/ Q' ]# w' V& xBut I could have told you, Vincent,
# x- k, h# X/ V) z9 h( EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, # P! G2 J4 t: q% c3 k6 Q0 W
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: \: a& _) k5 w1 b$ dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
E' q0 I( @3 _& [" f5 j4 SThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' j% _& y5 w' L; v
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 3 X2 I* N, M6 t8 i
How you suffered for you sanity,7 i! F. Z/ F1 P7 g* K0 O, g; b$ B8 O
How you tried to set them free, . `5 H, x! n6 Q5 T, B6 N9 D$ F0 y
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 a# r* ^0 p2 F* t4 J* W, }7 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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