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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % J! W/ J+ v' O- c
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. j3 ?4 V, x' M/ `2 |2 M' I% ?Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,, Z; B1 `2 P+ t9 q9 A+ h; z# |
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; y- Y" C7 e; P, c6 ?Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ X/ L& p: Y y" R7 lHow you suffered for you sanity, ) g; a$ U% f" Z' D; \5 E) x7 Y
How you tried to set them free, ) ]4 D- O6 E# K- J! p# V" Q5 N/ q5 L5 t
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( |9 E6 [# n1 s6 P1 DStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 T' n7 }: Z. T# B3 Z; Z* h" r
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 p% T+ e6 q( s- b0 D+ D! {
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & n4 U* k" I1 p* P) H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , _5 J& a* `& W# H
# \; c$ [) {2 Y4 e+ j# Q; G0 } v5 N0 cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 4 a5 L; F! Y( s+ }7 e, i
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" X' J( f% A3 |2 y9 [; o5 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 u# d1 r: k% @. e( Q# J& W: E8 I/ a' p2 M
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 B9 n4 n: u- k) G
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 \% \! M0 I. a! |/ h- o
9 D( u6 Z. ^# o i+ D: @. t/ }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 f$ ]! a0 E( G5 E& K2 Y- i7 k) G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# Z$ @: P* a, ELike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : A8 _$ T: i/ ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 R' F7 z, y& u; a# x* }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 A& R# Q- {- A$ j2 h( S4 I7 w
How you suffered for you sanity,: q& s5 M* ?. g" d! @5 |
How you tried to set them free,
) u, l m# W) B( ?1 c6 m+ TThey would not listen they're not listening still,
# V1 `# s2 M5 c+ ]0 [* h$ ePerhaps they never will. |
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