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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, F: g1 j* `. O0 A; Y, xLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; D% g5 p8 ~' q5 yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
( p2 q& m* ~. A+ y' T) B! r# R, [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) _" X: C3 Y! @$ ^$ B# s
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" D8 Q, ]0 Y! d4 X1 S$ X3 z% EHow you suffered for you sanity, % F/ z7 l+ h. `' V
How you tried to set them free, * R1 j+ s+ R3 A0 @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* o# y: }! Q6 k3 W* IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) q& G- o( l- ]0 r2 O' QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: I1 M% Q4 c" [ Y0 g1 Y% jColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
$ \+ `) f6 ~9 ~Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 } j! R/ Z" q4 y: v( h
6 U5 p4 ~8 \! Z7 R, FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! v3 s( N2 }" T: ]+ L! @9 w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& u' ]5 H; R, ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ! Y$ e' i6 m+ _5 G2 X9 u
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 J s0 l) N1 H! tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 d4 m; n- K: z9 F; ] R7 A4 A
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 K& M9 D6 F9 A# P' \
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. " Y1 W1 M2 R$ G2 ~, d. m+ e& n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
n" d; O, F' ?, n% i: _: ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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& t6 N' o8 f/ X4 [5 N" O! b# @$ j( rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! n R5 ~# r! T% A
How you suffered for you sanity,& ]4 ^2 w3 N9 R$ u+ \5 q% J
How you tried to set them free, 8 B0 p' x# {. B B1 F K" t) Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, : ?! K$ e, {& U3 M
Perhaps they never will. |
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