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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 N- X8 V3 s. m: G; |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 {* T( J. ^# G, p: |9 ^, ]7 M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' U' N! c+ f3 O, y& p" F& h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 7 f3 L+ v) {$ E- }
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 ]8 N V& P4 X7 w, r* `8 O6 vHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 x/ q; h9 w7 L- W$ v0 D
How you tried to set them free, % e: v" R7 i% Q7 f) e+ u6 M `
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 B P% z* d9 @' k* ^Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 p3 ]0 l2 k. {* f: H4 g+ Q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' K7 D. z) x) e, ^2 G, q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
7 V+ @/ X7 G1 C( Q3 I, QWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 E8 r# e, `1 j+ G
9 `7 m9 R4 d# `+ ~+ xFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
2 i% m8 x3 s. w* v# {8 AAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, - N% B$ S% ]9 H4 y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 8 _& [4 e( @" }2 h4 o: |4 {* k
But I could have told you, Vincent,
9 i2 T3 k) b; `$ W2 e, t% b' tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 f5 L! T+ O5 J$ Z3 o- n
; m7 ^% g8 G8 i: bStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. ]3 w7 o. W, _3 c1 p) x' D6 }5 ?5 k0 {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 U' P, Z- f5 [" [* ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ! s' X* l( ^: }- f; c: Z+ P
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* L0 X" w% \( I7 wNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& C9 M5 K0 G( I! f! c( c1 l5 Q' _How you suffered for you sanity,
" k; q* p E% d: \# ^+ IHow you tried to set them free, 8 t d! U- ^2 M/ N9 e1 ^& m
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' ?0 y9 }; `! \6 n- C2 kPerhaps they never will. |
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