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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 Q- P) ~( A& ^% U9 jLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
' P! h' l4 r. t% t4 {( ]% iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 h. d& F* I; P$ r* |5 s. Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 E$ O( @- O7 l( l+ jNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
. a6 ?7 b& K" R' o: dHow you suffered for you sanity,
# h* H- }) j; ~, x$ aHow you tried to set them free,
! }, }) e, A V S3 O" Q; ]They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
d7 Z# }, [. `( k2 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / w4 j0 I( A: I8 T! J: i9 U/ f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 K0 [& E W- K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - S# D# c- n) }5 |
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 m$ s; d" i+ R Z0 L. }- H
! X4 m% j7 g' g' b, _' mFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, & E! V+ o L8 K* h/ ?" z, P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ _4 a& R, W7 ^7 Y! @! F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 p f6 V( G7 @But I could have told you, Vincent, + k3 p. I @2 Z* {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 C& O* E* ?; b. h4 `% gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- m/ O0 s# n4 O( h$ GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( c1 y; T9 K+ W X/ f" e$ x
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 Z% h" T8 P R0 H
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
; d3 W) m" I2 w- L( f4 ]How you suffered for you sanity,1 F( u" j. Y/ g5 k; W
How you tried to set them free,
+ G; D% b5 p: N! P% a1 x, m% \; GThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- K8 y7 k& R# H. {2 l# EPerhaps they never will. |
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