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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & v; H2 c9 \# e' Q
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 B: F/ J- r! E8 |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 X6 t* j/ k. ]' u6 L5 m7 y+ P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( b1 I# }1 u& JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' Z4 i/ R* Z/ v. ]How you suffered for you sanity, , h3 m8 P. Y2 T# j
How you tried to set them free,
9 L& [9 C q$ s6 ~, YThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% z8 L' Y8 [5 g) ~0 Q( hStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 H1 n+ k5 s' C* I" C9 T, V% f
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / }- O9 U0 i8 T' {4 H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 8 d m6 u2 z! Y2 x, V d& x0 g# I
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( y! Q( u' Q% K3 i* p6 O) c. p
9 k: X' ~& U6 k! H) s" I0 E6 n3 uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- @! H- \1 C K5 M) ]$ w: O9 lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 e( t7 B; A& d3 @# T' @You took your life as lovers ofter do, ) K$ u7 o: s! F3 _
But I could have told you, Vincent,
5 b/ J4 ]4 I% \ u+ X* O, L" KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 w) Y0 t. ~; U6 }5 }! R
3 Z8 m5 s- w: H6 Q# e2 x8 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 \1 R- A8 J" D9 l' lFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* i% e D; C9 p) xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; f! K" g3 p" M5 W- ^' p# P7 Z% WThe 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,
! f0 ?/ u$ S& V# l* V& G1 ?6 OHow you suffered for you sanity,6 P' E5 t( y# ?; Y5 d. `
How you tried to set them free,
* f5 P0 B( P6 |' zThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; I- I! w: D& O4 E
Perhaps they never will. |
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