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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 d, t1 U& {. CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" X$ |2 @) _& k0 @' v2 D6 RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 f" ?) P. b# m. S& q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 P4 E% b0 w7 G2 n% \2 g& a0 O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% G% i3 J2 s3 C/ O+ H$ m( a
How you suffered for you sanity,
- d, h' F7 E7 h) e2 {1 q, fHow you tried to set them free, . w9 H! o f" p. w
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 r% Z |& h8 R. j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 Y- R4 ~% i8 {# k |/ Q' gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / X, y' x& P" U) D( o7 p- \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # j( L) i$ Y9 p9 x2 ^# Y, ~# A ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) I& m$ K( ^7 u3 `2 ]
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' I+ _, }% I( C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; d" p7 _( h4 c6 {You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 s! x) _* I; G/ f& t8 UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
$ B, G3 W1 i) p# ~ y0 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : Q( h0 i) i) r9 `) K
. \6 f& w+ q) { C# GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 y, I% v+ c* p8 F) }4 K' iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 }+ F: ]1 n8 ~' ?5 Q. h% QLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : }# S( i7 H4 L
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 N" e4 @% b7 B5 O
4 z) m, |# P( E, ^9 G6 _) gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' M8 d. T' \# H+ s
How you suffered for you sanity,* j7 W& d! {: O. s/ S N- R# n
How you tried to set them free, 0 n1 ]: ^# _5 Q, _& G, O% S
They would not listen they're not listening still, 5 ^2 F' t$ S' r9 B0 v, M8 y6 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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