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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 g; l6 N6 \9 x# ~( Y, u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, , W; D/ H! Q, `$ s
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* h9 e0 }3 F, j( z( k; uCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & G2 B. z1 ^5 ?# J0 j8 v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 D( m: M7 M$ B3 U+ `' R
How you suffered for you sanity,
' M4 M. a1 s( v, Q8 d# nHow you tried to set them free, + H7 t9 X4 ]/ n$ i$ v! ?
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 s0 O/ x0 ^; m- U) ~Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 s& Y( F- W0 `- Q, pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & S+ V: u" B' E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " d# q% _- Z5 ]( h
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,
3 l. I( i# h8 O9 U9 t. ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 J% Y) x# ~% W& C) {& a, I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
6 h, Q+ R- u) O d8 oBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 ]/ y: x; }# J
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % i4 W! E; W5 p0 T
5 V% s" x$ @* _+ k# A5 m% g0 I3 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ; p, ~; X' b% _+ _4 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 4 q& V. g2 q$ K# v0 ]8 i$ W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( X. s: R: Y0 V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # W& x% O' U; O/ b) p
; Q' B: Z1 z; g( V- z5 \# N9 gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + f! b8 Z4 Q4 t* E
How you suffered for you sanity,
; f1 _7 b, g- [9 _/ c, @How you tried to set them free,
* D! _! P0 I! W& g iThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, O2 a& {2 {4 v) |4 d" bPerhaps they never will. |
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