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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 m4 x1 x7 M0 l( H/ {. o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 g" V0 |0 i! e
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- V0 W I; q7 @6 t3 c5 [. NCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; G! P% ~ ], X: P( w4 k" m
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 a* O$ Z5 `9 x$ P: ^# c* p
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 @/ w( h: s e' \/ C9 fHow you tried to set them free,
$ Z) Q d& L! S3 nThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) d+ d( @/ T a3 N/ y5 X, RStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Q- M) s1 k1 N7 C8 b M; A" g) WSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
& N9 w2 C* U) d% L3 n: V9 F; `! ~& X DColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( n1 s8 |% W- NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 b$ `, M# v+ t7 o
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 V+ h$ O: N% o8 B5 ]0 ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
j; ~8 |: U, |% d1 n& f$ @3 [, EYou took your life as lovers ofter do, + n0 A7 v( P; q3 G7 g5 p- u& H
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 h: Z+ ]( V, J* j4 q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- Y. m% W& T" i2 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 f2 [& C/ ]( c+ [6 @: W& t8 u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 j1 c, n8 D8 ~& rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ ~ t0 b) V5 A [0 w* rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 F/ z$ P, {6 L: w" V% u( p
. F1 x/ Q! S1 N( H& ^% N# _Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . J! y; t+ z5 j8 \* z6 j
How you suffered for you sanity,
; O4 N4 b2 k" K. aHow you tried to set them free,
6 E- W9 r: q/ K% E! dThey would not listen they're not listening still, / P2 g9 s# k5 _. T/ y
Perhaps they never will. |
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