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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( k4 M& N/ C6 y, XLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % K3 [& Z& U* Z ?' h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 ~ t, @6 ^0 R( c. k) T
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
% v' K- Y) C+ V# M1 E9 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,' [& y% |3 A# R( K
How you suffered for you sanity, l1 J7 V+ U4 {% e( t2 I
How you tried to set them free, 8 i% k% w' \" Q; K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 E9 [& n4 l& z+ `Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . D- v4 \7 v( m! X
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
3 n3 O% |( [+ V# q* oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 o$ w7 D! c9 N, V+ o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % n1 A+ T: }, G$ u
/ m* x4 X* ^% i- iFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( J# P# T2 k$ R; N# u" F3 k( hAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 H7 E1 [. i/ a; C+ o% k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
' t' Q, w/ E/ |. S$ P" H# e* f8 eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 b% N, F! P0 G8 N6 vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( }; _* E# B" X z. U; {1 D' sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& W! y: a# N- n3 J& M/ b$ p2 IFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
% e! b0 Y y4 {+ U0 [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# @0 q8 T) J9 Q- V* t Z$ gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 |+ P" Y. N% E8 k, Y9 d5 q
0 b; r# R; n- [& q4 o! O" UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
5 z9 w, [- X0 _' b5 ?2 oHow you suffered for you sanity,
1 d& u4 K& a( l* R5 C5 g5 eHow you tried to set them free, ( K& R& i% j N7 _
They would not listen they're not listening still, , f; D# F; i4 D0 d' _
Perhaps they never will. |
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