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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, $ m: d) ^, w3 V, }% k- P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 ~4 K& h) P dShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# D9 u/ ^, k& T E3 V$ D7 _9 ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 1 ?2 b: v5 l5 \ k* D# H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
4 m4 i# k+ R+ l, Z& `3 u7 CHow you suffered for you sanity, ' {/ k! W- l" \) u( v. w+ ^
How you tried to set them free,
' n! I% g8 T6 p Z1 o3 IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
' }( P% A2 n; C$ E7 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 @( h7 j1 A* Y' B# i+ vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 ~# y" n- U1 k1 u* d s; F3 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# S U) n) w& c' g/ f' SWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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2 Y8 \% Y9 b4 G1 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' ?" e- m6 u& v# [Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* G: W# I+ E, Z" AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
) j6 \' D7 Z, C! Y a' I& F7 h" hBut I could have told you, Vincent, 3 y2 I7 @& L0 r$ ~
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 R/ K6 g$ h0 _5 F/ b& o$ i" ]: B# ^
) u L# P% n r% K$ R, K6 X+ iStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 H1 y6 k% ?8 Q' G
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) x5 ^' Y/ R& ^1 ]+ T9 A3 MLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 x7 u0 i& ]8 H& Q" |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; ]9 G& ^4 f/ U8 C$ U
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 j, |0 X8 v3 s. C. B8 G T* ?1 Y
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 u! }( j4 H# W; D7 ]4 `4 hHow you tried to set them free,
% s7 j, ?' T0 w* X) rThey would not listen they're not listening still, 3 M X" F$ M. L4 g3 h3 D7 R
Perhaps they never will. |
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