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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 R. [1 J# t% J6 h3 @/ e; O8 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 [- p3 a0 w" X, z0 C; CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 i x& P6 o0 e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 k" u8 x8 S! }) ~ x! f" r( I
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
* y' r; _! S# Q; f! I2 PHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 P2 r5 Z' K6 i. h# a' Z/ A: KHow you tried to set them free, : N9 o+ r7 R# P4 [+ }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; i7 k% A) a# \) k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. y( a" g* {( H% y. `* qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- a/ j" U2 V0 u( s$ r9 G3 pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
; L0 [" X8 v: z" O7 a/ TWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 B9 B( y3 Y8 v) j) I& V [7 C$ |
: Z9 B- d1 v2 N" B$ lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! c$ ?- F( N: [+ t) `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 P/ T* b' C& _$ }1 t8 V) r8 G
You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; @% c; f0 p5 o
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( M4 t+ @& c9 C# n" F9 O& y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 G1 U5 E3 |8 O0 [/ }% `4 @: m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 W- a c0 b2 M5 X. X
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # m- d6 b! V A1 e- }
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% O# o" B# i$ y. NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ; g, Q& s# s' C
How you suffered for you sanity, `$ |( v% ]* J' t( `& ]
How you tried to set them free,
, E+ Z$ v/ J% ]They would not listen they're not listening still, , W7 a7 T# c; a. E4 |
Perhaps they never will. |
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