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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 Q8 B6 K) M. L/ m8 z- zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 o) N! e2 w0 N0 `7 |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ o. r8 l. ^+ S2 _1 @' s% W. L* j9 vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
W1 X% ?( I/ h- j m" iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,0 ?1 g$ Q! N% }, i' X
How you suffered for you sanity, - I6 L w1 D' I
How you tried to set them free, : L# m0 E+ \- g' W1 @) I+ d+ v
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. [. X* }" K+ ^# Y$ ]. l1 x/ M0 _) O+ [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , b# [5 F8 U# b/ D- y8 g
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * L ]2 Q: w# ^3 U6 q& E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: \8 b! a5 n( r! c2 L mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " m: s! c7 M: I
0 ~* O1 ?5 r9 p. S8 j4 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , j( ?' _0 o4 j/ u5 c( ^
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 d1 }4 i8 V+ C
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # ^0 k/ R+ M# a! t0 j
But I could have told you, Vincent, & b4 @+ s V% ^# W' m$ y
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
}2 J2 y$ M. X W' W+ k3 N) ?$ rFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 F6 g" ~; y9 P6 C! Z$ LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 1 v3 p3 g: v) ~, f7 w, g& D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 P/ G/ f7 y" f& R6 nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
* N6 Z) X2 I7 _0 G0 VHow you suffered for you sanity,7 W# W6 i, h; r" C/ q; K/ a
How you tried to set them free, ; g2 `& p; U4 G
They would not listen they're not listening still,
2 [7 }6 b( y/ T, SPerhaps they never will. |
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