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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # W/ c7 S2 ]% \0 ^( N8 K
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, p _1 U# H' r6 X& |9 j2 A' jShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ y' ^3 A, G- d4 j
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 I/ I0 d6 y5 M9 n" I9 t/ P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" r; c- C$ c2 R/ z# WHow you suffered for you sanity,
% {4 Y0 U( t$ G' R; s( G- PHow you tried to set them free,
( B3 F" C; J7 g( ^4 T" sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' Q6 }3 ]- S' TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . U+ f ]1 _# g8 j( a# {* w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* `0 ^$ k9 s1 o) g, `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 x9 n7 J; h0 R% |+ M( ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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1 h! `' A+ V, G9 R r4 jFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, e& l# D: |, p- K7 UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 F2 X+ I, y; h8 P: @# b! Q; h
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , @ W7 D( @/ `( h4 a" ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 k. k7 o# U2 p* \! f7 k
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ N# M0 ^! l# e, R2 h/ X. P- e# {; F
/ [ T' T/ _% ^5 e& j& T7 oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 O6 _8 D4 ]2 Y5 a$ G( [
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 l$ U8 B/ O# u& |4 LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, . C" s ?4 r# O
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 6 @8 E2 C2 d0 {& a& m
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 W. l1 O1 ?/ c
How you suffered for you sanity,% y1 F9 [7 f+ \+ H: y
How you tried to set them free, ! F, n q& \8 N! ~# T
They would not listen they're not listening still,
" D9 R+ a) S) `Perhaps they never will. |
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