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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 ~" ?0 ?' r$ P- Y5 N! N
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
d& @- E. @6 l' `7 {/ o7 g2 C0 |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; g" U2 h/ O! K6 r( FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 x/ g6 { c' ^0 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# J( l3 u4 ~0 O5 i. y: T
How you suffered for you sanity,
& r' M$ ^9 G$ d- H. JHow you tried to set them free, ! D4 k9 d( p) C4 ~. R
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ Y( v6 J1 z$ f+ N1 z; x# {/ Q; m) tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# K, X% Q+ G6 bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' `6 U; d& k% m! H- ], ~# AColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ]$ Q9 I8 o- P, ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + Y1 V6 l6 j; t
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ v/ l$ C- G6 I& Q7 a+ n% G# ZAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ x5 k, r: a" e; @- N' QYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 S3 g. v! F0 h0 r8 ~' H5 q: v8 ABut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 l2 l5 ?' F- s; A/ E+ r3 n. a: [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , C8 ?* _, L, u8 T" B% ?
Z2 F' ?- V7 S# }/ H* s3 QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * `# w3 P; F8 J$ j) M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
) G9 g4 l ?0 @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( [' o5 S4 }. a
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 b" ?" @ o, j$ b
; p" s: C+ c9 pNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . V7 W: h4 [- b; _
How you suffered for you sanity,1 [" ?7 Y# Y1 A' f( v
How you tried to set them free,
0 ~' d3 G2 ? u4 G3 X: U9 |8 wThey would not listen they're not listening still, " v( L r! p, d
Perhaps they never will. |
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