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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 0 B/ W4 V+ r g6 C4 s2 K, X& w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
1 u( W& t) `- E, pShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. u( y& p) _ Q# w% h3 Y' wCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ |- i* a- z# g( [. ZNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; B' N( `( g& ~- qHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 z' F" N1 l0 f& EHow you tried to set them free, & m- F( F9 M ~5 j' y0 U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- F4 d. h- [) h! y' yStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) L! L' C0 {+ }% a# |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 ]7 l4 R: I# w: \9 J* F# V6 V
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
/ w+ \2 S( l8 z3 L5 _, IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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9 e+ n8 M' |& l& ]. _# P8 W) j7 X8 CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! _ B- y& f9 _. P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 y; L! K( Q1 ~, e5 T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 |2 P0 [' L6 G J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 w0 I% D4 J7 V+ Y6 JThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' R+ u# _0 h: y
6 z5 Z+ r# k& \0 H ~0 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 s. D) C4 ]: q- xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 r5 S9 Z# X$ QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
4 y, e' I4 n* v" }+ l; M% x; _The 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,
1 n; B& \. Q3 |& a/ ]) Y% i/ iHow you suffered for you sanity," M0 Z; _! ^' E+ [3 L ]
How you tried to set them free, % y4 N- q( \3 ?! @* k
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' o1 n' n/ m* m' APerhaps they never will. |
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