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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 m8 E: Z) s `. R; L1 o9 I
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, \( X# Q1 X* o# g4 FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 h: S4 }( q1 ?6 n% Y% Y9 e9 s0 }+ c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
`& v4 Q" A/ p% n4 MNow I understand what you tried to say to me,: s8 v3 p2 R. L9 R8 G5 l( ^' _6 P
How you suffered for you sanity, ) k. L' L+ b+ z E& V8 G/ F
How you tried to set them free,
6 d- X" a# n7 Y* T, i @They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: ?& ?2 p Q a" d6 E+ gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 f7 }4 P# N3 b: I$ RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
# l7 z' a( ?! D, t( u% _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; B+ p% r! M8 v, q5 |; l- H- U* x; D
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 R5 E/ S; Z! j# b7 n" f
* ~0 p3 V; X% X0 `, iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, Y7 I2 f: A3 q- E: w
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. E2 @1 C* O4 S( OYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 |8 ?5 c+ e+ g6 K" @& @. kBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 ^+ R# s7 a+ }) {6 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( Q+ S# s/ Y6 u, o+ KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, $ q- L- \8 q2 z- A/ r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. C8 Z& w1 u7 JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 \7 D5 o3 B! }3 ?# N# f: G6 i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 x2 B0 s' H' p: j
, _" q2 \, O+ Z% F1 [7 ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' P: n1 m: d* l2 N
How you suffered for you sanity,, K1 Q2 W6 R |
How you tried to set them free, # ?. |* G' V! i% s* m# L
They would not listen they're not listening still, : g5 z. K8 H8 x, A2 f9 F
Perhaps they never will. |
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