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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 e! e" p0 \6 q" t
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 R1 P4 q( m7 Z/ P0 R- w. ?$ kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 V6 S+ {9 E$ h4 X# Q! [
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# n# _ a9 f0 ?# C' fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ ]: m2 Y/ k9 {How you suffered for you sanity, , g3 ~; A+ q9 ?6 a. A
How you tried to set them free,
# ]9 H o: V( r9 V1 g% \/ @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ! o1 c+ ^$ C$ b0 L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) X+ g4 j" ^% j/ KSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 S5 s+ X* \ W8 w1 |/ ~5 S7 uColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) h7 A# k' @" x7 J& iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) l* m6 o% x+ v) @1 A
5 S6 ]' W/ R4 v, P- ^: ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 3 E, p' N& X! H3 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# N! W) T8 Z" r* y3 _: w1 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ {, s8 m( u; E+ |2 V& ]5 ]# U( dBut I could have told you, Vincent, + W) D" f+ _4 q( ?+ O$ h
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) C. b- ^, c1 b1 S
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 7 x( J+ n2 P4 |( k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - R$ C, _4 o, z9 k8 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ p2 t+ T/ R: s& F g% OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( P% S7 b% U ?$ i
7 i* O: w: J( ~9 f$ F; @6 HNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) c8 N. a! H1 W" iHow you suffered for you sanity,' f3 x, `! R, k! b
How you tried to set them free,
; z( i! P, Q2 V+ iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% {* P2 x2 t' J. k! {6 nPerhaps they never will. |
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