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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 E8 ?* U. l0 p' s5 ? nLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 C' H5 d0 e. `! c" ^8 ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* S5 H: H) ]3 k3 A2 F" F
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 z' N# e, i9 f, Q2 L$ B& W% n+ P
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( j& z5 Z+ f) ]' z% ~, DHow you suffered for you sanity, 1 Y* ?0 ?: [ @( d- I, q* i9 J' i
How you tried to set them free,
$ N* y( n/ X9 h7 |; |They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. # d. F+ ^% A3 q) G: n7 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ C+ p) J3 z6 _' s& Q/ pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 c% ]- F% b# _* w% ?+ {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 b0 |' {/ E, N7 f3 ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ j! a; f" g+ k: \# w$ MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( j' \9 t3 d) Y( e X0 [$ G0 ?You took your life as lovers ofter do, 4 S! v: ]! ?: k2 G& e4 j- N4 l9 S0 V$ A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 ^$ L2 M# D9 w6 d; vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 p$ e0 \: Q' E0 Z
( A! j9 F" c. O( J1 v8 O$ T: {( xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 K/ e, y9 |# s1 s/ {* ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 U/ j5 P+ S" ?7 p! L# C0 X$ ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / P2 n" \4 O) Z
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; h2 a2 z+ E2 `4 @* o- r) o! i
" [" _) f! d. f' E, |8 y% QNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
2 J3 i+ D1 Z3 W6 R0 _How you suffered for you sanity,9 v6 U/ `4 P4 Y4 m6 ]
How you tried to set them free,
4 x0 C6 d9 f/ w+ ?8 F8 J7 F+ d/ {They would not listen they're not listening still,
7 {; R& g3 O9 V- Q5 hPerhaps they never will. |
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