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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
0 c ?- n, J! |" W0 Q% G+ j/ x6 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % }1 [* }' W7 g, m8 Q& _
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. j' Q7 O. y: p( e
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# P$ E1 o4 L, I" MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 h" g; `2 j% t: i
How you suffered for you sanity, * S4 ~/ x) z" |% t
How you tried to set them free, 8 Y* H2 _) _7 P3 B" M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' _) W" {% j7 f! lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 B! V; J- }9 X" V' e. cSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
S6 S8 Z+ f$ M" E: B% \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( s6 X: w$ R3 h8 w: x8 kWeathered 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,
3 x9 u% B" h6 c5 A7 g, UAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' ^$ H) a) C/ R6 FYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, B1 {- L+ E$ Y: g W1 uBut I could have told you, Vincent, & `3 i, F" S% a9 { W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * @4 Q7 _7 K J6 b3 n N
?6 w4 q4 }5 ?! L. xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 e8 q* V1 G8 ?& h& ?
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. L* ]7 s$ _% E; p- r j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ Y1 ~1 x) S3 e f" V+ q9 JThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 W' {! l& t3 r6 _! u S4 Z: F0 X
/ i5 a# g n; J" G5 T3 RNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / k$ @* |% M+ B, L$ ]- W
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 k* c7 z- A; ]- uHow you tried to set them free, 6 g7 p8 c& f. |" g; v7 Y
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' I7 g9 x, c& Y, @6 L: a) H8 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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