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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 C9 g% Q; J$ I, _2 r& c) R/ aLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * ~4 K4 { Y9 W. o+ _5 F+ T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 R! M& c2 |" \; ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
c$ t' J6 J/ |6 C0 F3 d6 LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
& A% E! |( z3 @' y6 Z9 DHow you suffered for you sanity, 8 k/ ^# j e; I/ L. i7 r! M
How you tried to set them free,
/ |) Y6 \8 n8 G! a' O, C3 X4 a BThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. `% c u: p9 g# `6 T' A
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, G9 J& }# k6 r( O
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 @' r: \5 w$ R: w/ GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 P- ^3 ~4 d* l- T* ?$ w
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ O7 V: T2 d' R- Y( H& w
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 w5 i" M5 [7 u6 b$ A+ g
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& p$ m6 t$ L+ Y/ k0 {You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 i5 @3 X6 a/ G* P! | U
But I could have told you, Vincent, ( b# w F) y( q5 R7 |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 s- v. q5 c; [* X( z4 A
% a* s5 Q z: L- O- ^2 U+ V/ q5 EStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % ~9 L, _( \! x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. `( q" ]: v# ?) k# R+ LLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( a& b! r* a0 Q+ l3 B! P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. l8 l/ q' q; g" I5 s" t
e, Q F" w9 c3 _& d* ]% PNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 U* {1 f' k& _+ T; x" A2 i' NHow you suffered for you sanity,+ J; v+ `& V( q# a p+ P& J
How you tried to set them free, # b- e8 A7 t7 X, T( f
They would not listen they're not listening still, ! U. h: I+ g6 o. ^' {$ [- D& g
Perhaps they never will. |
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