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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ A# u; ^4 A; u0 O% e3 SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 5 ?# j: v$ G% O$ O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ o, V. g. c8 o7 q& {' i
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 J4 Z) }) ^+ T
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,- d: E' r+ u/ `
How you suffered for you sanity,
! {5 g+ X r% ~" z' A/ W; JHow you tried to set them free,
8 X2 ~2 y+ Z, D6 M z7 o, A4 iThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) o' }- X3 P" h/ \ MStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . t8 C f3 E4 C v& B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% {/ O2 I7 o5 [2 yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 k0 ]* ^8 m' J+ V
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! z0 A& N% u; e; `' |; J; W. rFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 k+ A; W- l" i1 Y4 g( iAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
i! R' s0 O ?: Q' H2 ^4 ]$ u3 X+ FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 M- @3 ^7 }- x& z& z- wBut I could have told you, Vincent, * z5 k. E1 S; w
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & S0 P7 J f) w0 B
. Q, r7 G6 p% `+ J7 L, D7 S9 p% pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - r* u4 C2 x4 d7 u X; `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 [+ Y/ O6 d! j! k. L8 Z
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 C2 p$ s5 P, T& WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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' ]6 u5 T8 Q& l D& f! pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 t. C. S$ w: P1 H5 I" k, |8 oHow you suffered for you sanity,, u: P0 F( v: r3 a6 ^6 U0 S
How you tried to set them free,
/ o- J4 L0 f/ i1 n+ I. E8 C$ ]They would not listen they're not listening still, 7 M" { H3 z {7 P+ k0 p- E) I# Z
Perhaps they never will. |
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