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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 u& o9 s! x( Y/ B, Q4 W: G: |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - @# h1 h, s+ [9 |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, v x6 |! g: J2 b3 G5 _
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! @7 L" u6 @. N! _/ S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 [. Z$ u: e# C+ l6 n9 P6 e& i2 eHow you suffered for you sanity,
' O/ c( N, {* P g- tHow you tried to set them free, ; R/ j' T& ?8 O' F: [: g$ @+ r
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 \- B/ N4 n# h' v! KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% x* i0 x4 L% p' v- k: u8 D6 {Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 A2 C7 |+ q9 K, EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, + X% y# _4 E6 k" o' E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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5 O1 P- F8 r+ S, ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true, w( V+ Y! ?. _: V5 K
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 \0 Z$ n" `( V9 \% mYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# Z* t. a( [) h$ ~7 uBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ z: p6 g2 K8 C C( P/ HThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & \7 n. S2 j/ J% j5 u1 Z6 C- M
# C- c, E2 V# h% ]& l$ C6 q: uStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) N: h! r$ y3 D& A! ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 \( V6 f& [& l: m+ x' I. `, lLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 R: d n& j, U; S; M5 Y( {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' o! e2 I1 h2 A6 WHow you suffered for you sanity,1 ~% d4 n, W- L/ J8 Z( E
How you tried to set them free,
& R9 @& N$ ]' U) T* oThey would not listen they're not listening still,
9 }1 u# i8 Z5 m/ a+ ^9 hPerhaps they never will. |
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