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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * p6 Q) J7 e5 ^$ J8 s
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 n8 t4 a1 ]4 q7 O& ~Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 j, z0 l0 o v% y0 o# B2 r& X1 ^# p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
! Z' Q8 M* K8 S: B) fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 Y5 S+ W" ^" [
How you suffered for you sanity,
- D/ D0 I4 x" g0 EHow you tried to set them free, 5 {! x t9 ^8 v5 ?" j& P# y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + B5 n& A3 V, B% @6 d
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 U' g$ g7 |, p) [( S$ \* |! ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
8 `/ q5 Z( Q, k/ j4 W7 h, pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: |, b" v/ s7 |( H( S; H1 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' o3 d9 S& h0 x* d" Q+ N
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! ?) ^: u" L6 E2 ^! h1 f0 M* iYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
: |+ f: h6 j$ F& N r7 X& c' hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( L$ E# I$ h* ?1 H, d" a2 j2 KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * f/ N3 {0 [0 }: N' j( I
: J l! u# e& U. V4 D0 NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 P: ` p5 K9 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
a' }# \! `) s: t+ oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 h* I+ L0 n4 ]8 g2 XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 z ~9 \7 Q9 e+ \. ]7 N
8 B; G. u0 c8 V2 J2 b; ~Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, : C3 s: z+ S+ i: Z( q
How you suffered for you sanity,6 Q0 I1 ~+ p/ g
How you tried to set them free,
% c# i; }8 n- r0 A7 g2 ?They would not listen they're not listening still, * ~6 v+ e9 C2 y# R* f: `
Perhaps they never will. |
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