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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % ^# R9 Y# J) I1 F7 K4 K! d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& n0 I$ I$ p1 V, z7 PShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
: d/ b& ]7 |5 _/ ~* Y( _# tCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. " v' s0 p0 b, _
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 x# e! x7 C# {- j$ hHow you suffered for you sanity, 0 a. i8 C) k/ z( s; W4 V
How you tried to set them free,
) j! _3 S: n$ ~/ m: NThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 G4 n6 V$ s3 K2 o
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
E& k- F$ ~9 {- F) JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , W1 Z" e% j# Q: w3 s
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& T; M$ @6 n) C' S& kWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( ]6 h3 _. ]0 L7 q! B
0 ?: l6 [+ L$ A9 {For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 g8 {/ Q) u6 ?- O$ X
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% {8 E5 u% u9 e! f& q1 o& GYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( R5 v2 P0 L$ Z$ P, V' iBut I could have told you, Vincent, . l& U. |2 p4 r* |# \- H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . g) F7 I! r* s# m9 G3 k
4 {) o% y8 a7 r3 c+ F5 U2 `( }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 w6 y& Y& L0 ~7 Q' pFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ; x8 v# Z% o+ e( E8 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 A7 o) I$ g: _& l* }6 [4 z" q: cThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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+ _) v) x3 e- D$ |" BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
. ^6 ~% b" q5 d6 L# CHow you suffered for you sanity,7 h/ y6 E$ C: w- H0 {
How you tried to set them free, 1 T' {3 ]& X4 x7 j
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: r8 i0 [ T3 r4 wPerhaps they never will. |
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