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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 f e, ~3 H8 m, s0 [8 X# o( |; |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - _; P1 }) b* n0 n3 |* G7 ~$ k* \: F
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 r' U2 T! f0 \/ u5 i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - W5 G, k, I% P- G2 N* `. F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( A% n! l. V8 a# f. ?3 R& x
How you suffered for you sanity, / p/ g% A$ H8 u7 J
How you tried to set them free,
5 q$ P \& ^3 l; k+ I" \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. , L8 c, o" n8 E8 |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . y, \! B9 e. m1 ^% j, \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! g' C+ d0 u7 b3 W( f+ C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: X" z: g, ]9 S. p8 d& n' z( iWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * k7 X& G$ q, F: x
6 e. a: |4 Z) r w- U% D1 {' eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, , R! k; z9 \$ W& W, s( |
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ F! o7 J$ }$ o& |% q9 y8 K6 ^
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + K& X8 M& n% q: {4 l1 k) q9 j8 ^
But I could have told you, Vincent, 2 b3 G9 B& o- @# g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. [; ^& n% [5 H, D( x
: |( i o( L+ s" TStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 S2 `& {9 E& N* |
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ r; k- I1 G1 ?1 @/ V. ]# [% F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 X+ S& z/ Y. N" L U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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$ ^* i* ]4 u- A' t. m. `2 o' ^5 KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 C6 M! D8 R' y/ K
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 Z" l0 A5 U7 [ U$ y. L* C7 p! AHow you tried to set them free,
8 Q8 ^ O, n( h$ \5 jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 S& D! ?/ z! ^) x& KPerhaps they never will. |
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