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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " T: `" E! t8 U: h M& o" B3 l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 A6 B8 |" A* }" |- `4 G0 o; c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 Z% p" m3 e8 M$ u- }
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 P) _7 @+ H8 h3 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 x2 f) U" H- d. B& M( t1 S$ ^
How you suffered for you sanity, % h+ x# W; U' ]$ H# a! x
How you tried to set them free, . q& q- D% K7 s* L0 _- F* L, K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. x% S# F- u. y1 E* [Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: a. B- Q- Z7 X# DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: j M2 P8 ]- D/ u1 P q& wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 v" M# h7 M& X% X7 qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; G( u' _! L# f( V" t" Z: Q/ g
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, / l: P; C$ u- H3 Y8 `# n9 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( W# s- C9 F2 B' a
You took your life as lovers ofter do, : ~1 J, t" r+ X, R$ s+ K
But I could have told you, Vincent, ) @7 q( f) J" N3 v! P- I
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + i( ` @1 L$ A% H, I
" y- h Q1 Y( R0 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 x( E0 _8 D1 D* v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 V5 w2 P: b6 P9 a+ j) h0 {Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 A3 i1 e; e. W G0 a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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/ ?9 @2 P7 E; v7 c$ H6 z0 mNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 C7 g' |. _" E! [" pHow you suffered for you sanity,
8 k3 S' v9 \: GHow you tried to set them free, 9 N% K, p5 U( t# Q6 P
They would not listen they're not listening still, s( ^9 N* E$ o8 f& U# ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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