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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 s3 f( N4 v" N6 F7 W
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * W2 Q! b2 a# f
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. ]! |* X" C, E
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ ~" x& b8 \ ]5 F" JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 ]$ H7 Y/ n5 {- V' S* `* b" pHow you suffered for you sanity, 2 d7 E# p# c, i# k5 j% N- h4 i
How you tried to set them free,
! O u) @/ H$ @3 G3 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 3 M) ]* }2 x5 c: d% [
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" ]) U* c, B# ^. H4 TSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 L4 t- f6 j" ]7 h4 nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- Q% U5 o+ @5 F! e# g8 f* UWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ' z8 S) O# F7 @6 }
! A% f) u! X# L; b+ BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ z, C% B3 p( S5 bAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ ]5 k$ g8 i R' F+ T
You took your life as lovers ofter do, $ t% a" d2 J% ~0 q5 f6 ^
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ ?0 P; s& h) n2 k; {0 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / l" `; w0 a+ W: A$ S2 b; k- r
+ I; i3 Y7 O0 ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ |. C( n( M1 q% R3 i( o$ {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . \, K) e# U: W5 k+ s \' J8 M* j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% Z; z! c: r) u0 [The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 O! O% b# F# a i& w/ i7 M
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 h4 [, A2 X( [5 `2 X5 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
( G! E& e# J$ y) @% y+ hHow you tried to set them free,
! m; x8 r4 x+ ?/ n# }They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 W* t3 r; q) A
Perhaps they never will. |
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