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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: D7 h+ i+ S3 `/ p' J' n- vLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % K3 b- B1 {9 m. [& B. \! O8 a
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' | i: p0 \' V/ _- {: @% \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ u# c2 \1 g: O8 M; ^7 eNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 z% u- A4 N+ XHow you suffered for you sanity,
& J# _1 m! _/ y6 j; Q, GHow you tried to set them free, , e. K5 r/ q/ P6 S; z
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * D8 d0 x' F' u `$ M
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 Q* {) v: h% r& c% I7 r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, Y3 A! t+ n- ]* S6 ]$ P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 }+ R0 J$ r6 G4 b# N; eWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( I T$ G2 t- V" B8 R& t; M
! ~* z6 E7 ]0 M, HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # W/ l2 x! B- V0 [
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% Q: n' b& w- GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, F, c' B8 ^7 M) mBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 x* Y, [ ~" F E6 A0 |( ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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0 W6 Y3 x2 ?5 t9 Q& B, q6 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ( m. E& a' R' c R' P
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , M/ A0 a3 J# e, c+ Y/ u& f' A% H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, l; } O7 V; X7 j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. % f7 J' l+ h% E7 K
, M- O, X2 Y+ `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ p* C- e5 F3 A4 B F" E* u9 a
How you suffered for you sanity,# d4 m3 K! w h- V% r& Q x7 c: u
How you tried to set them free, 8 E8 R& s3 U$ L
They would not listen they're not listening still,
5 h- O3 ]5 c0 x- r- hPerhaps they never will. |
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