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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! A/ {4 q1 d& S) a- ]/ E
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: x- k* b1 I2 {0 V8 K& IShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 y" K4 h- T) |! D+ g
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: @" c2 j3 m( H9 GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 s0 D9 V/ o/ C" Q) x/ KHow you suffered for you sanity,
# y3 J0 S; L& V NHow you tried to set them free, . Z A N3 ^: B Z8 H% J4 o6 Q* V' r! A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 N' g6 G/ R* b: i KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 F1 E. n1 A7 Z7 G% P' f+ mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , V& J* O4 y' V: e7 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( x# Q4 K! x8 L. P- ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ t% }5 ]7 F7 A) g* l: SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* e0 u4 p/ L T6 c- i1 RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- D+ E6 ^$ A" ?' ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
! z/ I. v" J$ ? j( O4 C% J% B( D8 CThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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@5 Q; Y8 O7 W9 m9 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 `% f; B1 L" `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 L6 X$ W4 e4 V+ M# w; uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 8 Q9 Q' q8 I9 r) Z9 m! y ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % }+ i2 \4 ^) g$ a9 \$ j
) n3 c6 g& {8 M$ GNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 n+ s( W/ T% U# W+ z: Q# E7 k% \
How you suffered for you sanity,
- N& N5 B+ b6 _$ x: |How you tried to set them free, 9 N, | x9 N( c( r: z8 A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
! q6 A1 Q+ @ v; q& ] r d1 LPerhaps they never will. |
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