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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 M: k: u% \0 ^5 Z Z. ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; Y+ b8 g9 f# K
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) A* Y! K+ A$ O0 b6 _- j9 l8 R
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; J- ^7 j, l; M$ O" F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! N- }% b' B7 @: j+ _8 uHow you suffered for you sanity,
: ]( f1 u( _% b* y) r g; pHow you tried to set them free, " _- H# `8 B7 u* ?' R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' Z3 {- ^2 G( C( }# nStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! g' X! {- {8 [; C6 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 P& s6 V2 ^% |' W1 eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
' [% z) t$ z+ y+ t, x# KWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 d4 V+ D- p! S3 g3 A
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # B/ Z- \- R4 N+ G, z5 Q$ f) c
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 @& }! _7 X& y- Z+ D9 o
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 G: m/ q- k* B+ `& c3 }8 vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * K S! h2 `+ G4 m, h: _
; Y( m$ P5 ]# M5 V+ ]4 g* jStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: N* V, d5 P( w" bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ W- I& m0 W; y VLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- _. c: C# Q2 \* I5 ~' X7 b' cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & w. u" v$ Z. r( N$ Y
9 x% M; ^& L$ j8 C) l' }% T, `% Z! RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 Q7 n7 |- C2 d8 U# PHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 N3 d% E( m" ~) xHow you tried to set them free, ! E n. _4 l& n- G& S
They would not listen they're not listening still, , p; r' } h/ h
Perhaps they never will. |
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