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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 g: E/ M! s& y3 g3 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : J' v- T V+ ]- {7 G4 _. i5 ?" }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# P' X0 {! T8 |. x# |0 A/ a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * k% W" X5 z3 E& a% }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 e2 [; T2 u y; lHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ `, y3 F: q; kHow you tried to set them free,
: p; x$ r9 c9 ]* P' F4 w5 {. ~& {, vThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 2 B, t% p X# U( S4 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
& ]+ }2 n, u% {' Z7 Z9 H2 H H7 qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # w! _: Y& F4 f% C( a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! k2 ?. b! M1 s+ H* c- q
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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0 q9 B ?* f. Y: GFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 |1 T7 c) p* p( C/ V! Y4 aAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 B5 [ q# q" B, g0 ?+ g
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % p% C9 [8 q: b
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 I) S7 `0 Q1 O6 RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # I1 I: [+ e- A) K- |: m- e/ A7 N
+ t$ E* [+ \. \9 wStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: g7 {# E2 X5 u2 {. s5 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. B: N) a Q7 X7 a" Z; GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
* Q8 N' X' N. M* p+ u) H+ ]The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! D# ?% Q( e) J, ~7 }
1 f+ W9 ?# @8 r1 l7 zNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ `# }8 A3 v! c# ^9 L) J6 U8 [ ~How you suffered for you sanity,2 N0 L3 H% }, L% X
How you tried to set them free,
( r- j+ k5 f/ J$ B6 ]They would not listen they're not listening still, 0 F% T2 e) _8 a+ s, }
Perhaps they never will. |
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