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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 t8 @. l s. g8 f& ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: T/ M4 X f# I" yShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. M$ w+ ]. c' P, p$ eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; B( h+ o+ v1 y: k3 S1 }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 Q [1 i9 ` c2 U3 r. l" q
How you suffered for you sanity,
; A; l4 [9 K& e1 @6 BHow you tried to set them free,
9 I) ^; W- M/ t7 {. EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; z, J/ b% s- i" |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 ^- l8 |5 _ ?+ v3 ^! @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , S" D" u9 @0 d! D4 S5 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . x3 D, S0 e3 D% G$ ?
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % K) A8 Z2 P' w; {4 O
) n7 ^, @ g% f" `$ o: pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, % F, ]/ Z3 l% X' B( N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! x/ W/ D. J0 K" m9 T9 b
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( R# `" ^" E$ i- N# X. ^* oBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) U. Y2 S B4 _9 ?$ a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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: s6 u0 g! i/ q! rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 s% D( F: m# e0 a, X; QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% M& o' F- E: lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 C; U: j- H6 k4 f! x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; }0 V# U$ F o( _$ P: _
; w* w3 d9 x( j; s- r' O! oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 q/ K% S* q, @! E( A( ?3 eHow you suffered for you sanity,( k/ ]$ b9 n; k/ ]8 H; @
How you tried to set them free,
$ {) [, `9 V+ t" Z' B% FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; g1 ^: }' v% y% t8 {Perhaps they never will. |
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