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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 I" }7 |, R7 A! C/ K+ lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% [) O) q: ]( m+ rShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# Z# }& A+ Z! V- N7 JCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 ^7 \9 E5 _$ ], V; pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,9 V) W& P; X" C; u7 i3 i
How you suffered for you sanity, % J* N+ Y! i$ g
How you tried to set them free, : R' R; h/ j$ d/ V
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 I- q- L0 j% T7 c' h& |8 ?Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' ]; z, X+ D9 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : ~: ]* ~! ?: e; i
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( Y4 m1 u; X; w) O
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) \; l9 C! Y% r5 `; k" E. ~) S9 l# X
/ O; I* c& X* T( LFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' ]* i+ [- a* \. ^# D0 S' o$ ^: r* Z! bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
- z8 @) N ]8 ^6 E( p7 g! TYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% z& q! g$ e8 j+ g% Y9 P2 V: wBut I could have told you, Vincent, & Q2 c+ b5 f) B! s2 k: ~* q( S+ G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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5 {5 H; v; l8 o9 _& mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 v+ C$ l. ]+ N8 H/ U; }3 G! m5 x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; d& y* C" S* w( l* i4 c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
Z6 ~, Y- G7 `6 IThe 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,
$ X6 Q/ D1 d; ~% DHow you suffered for you sanity,* w* U/ N W ^* `+ h% n
How you tried to set them free, ; U$ ]+ j4 P4 j1 k! W x6 M G0 v
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: Y0 j' p, x4 vPerhaps they never will. |
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