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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 P t; l# }& z& o# k) J2 ]$ J6 NLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 A4 X8 F9 J1 ~
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 ?9 g8 C3 B; c( V- x J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % g# }, `: p; L7 r T) O' ]3 J3 i! g3 O
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% [# Y4 G* w( @; u! f
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 ^: R g5 V* d7 o' }How you tried to set them free, - A. z2 E3 C: e' ^$ Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" u2 l! `' a; K" n" aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 c3 }0 h# _' E$ MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * u2 I0 l. ?* f8 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % T' g+ h. |: E
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! S {0 Z, G& Q8 i) v
9 l& H3 }0 J) }3 b9 g0 k4 SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 M& T$ g0 H [1 LAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 h' B# X8 X: \; n
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( Z9 r; N+ Q. Q, n5 U+ l% hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
3 w* _) K2 A5 s9 H$ ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) `2 G# r8 U U1 @1 w9 u
/ W- O$ H' `7 L+ L9 n: S7 E, b5 qStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 I$ L: B8 C0 ^3 k9 t5 u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 s, T; j0 `& c! T/ u+ w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ C6 R K$ a+ ]7 aThe 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,
5 \! Z, Q* b4 \9 P1 s0 m$ Y# N+ vHow you suffered for you sanity,
" C, k3 j0 p8 N6 U6 Y6 X' BHow you tried to set them free,
2 g( O+ J( A: Y, S, EThey would not listen they're not listening still,
8 x; T+ N) g" s" g% w' H" yPerhaps they never will. |
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