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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
, |# H! L, J* f( JLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! N$ U# ^0 y! g5 m1 z, AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ p% o, d m- X; X( N+ {% K5 fCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
* x- P F( I3 b0 {5 c5 J+ bNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ B- L; r$ g: @& K% ~/ A$ E- h$ z; N M
How you suffered for you sanity,
# u3 Q! f& O0 ^/ ^6 R/ w: w9 b5 tHow you tried to set them free, 1 d( d: @$ P! B- E m7 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 X" T5 I% f7 s7 y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ y; A9 w* w/ B- s" e: v! TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 A7 o" f0 `1 d( z& P- KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ Z6 m2 E! _8 X; l; v( I7 M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " t3 @$ D! X& f& N& }
) C# N+ L- B; n( L$ FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ @$ @3 }0 |: k" aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 Y# e+ s' X" D% g% Q' r- Q7 dYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) B7 X2 S% U; S1 VBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! H$ I M. J3 H6 QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. + u% d/ p7 _! A# B G: r2 X
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 W5 a: }2 v2 P% D5 S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. r6 Y! }9 q5 E: f4 `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 I. T3 S3 ^( r. ?6 I$ s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( G) c. s2 i* \; A& W! @
# Y! E5 Z' s4 I" [+ MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 F! V1 m3 Z' @% @* }
How you suffered for you sanity,5 H2 g' V" P. _- t' s G3 D
How you tried to set them free, $ [7 ?5 M" X/ P" N. @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
/ i6 f( L6 F7 R1 I7 a R% U: K+ U0 QPerhaps they never will. |
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