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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ O( o d3 s! b- z& o$ s. g: gLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& P; |; ^+ _+ s4 A7 `0 b9 }Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 B* Y' t# _8 Y5 mCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. _$ y; R+ U7 R/ e/ ] t8 }8 }Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 X2 N$ B+ V2 t) YHow you suffered for you sanity, + x3 z1 c y# Q+ H0 f
How you tried to set them free,
) E( M. v( t) e. CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. * Q, [: Z3 f, v7 O& P
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
$ t# Z$ S" O/ R: k# }- rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( {& n$ A8 y+ u( \2 v7 P1 c4 n
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, * Y: R' |6 N- c, V
Weathered 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,
) y) @7 D; g& t$ ^9 GAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; o4 E Y [0 M0 u5 f
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % ]4 R4 {/ [- P7 p; d: c+ m! o
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' O, h- Z5 \( {- b0 g3 J/ n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 n/ K5 N+ w6 s- a8 m; F
% E( \! D; M* a8 m4 Q8 ^ QStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: n0 i$ S- l2 K. x4 j/ h9 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 N! s. ?7 C) a X9 `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- L) d& _1 I4 l/ b0 GThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & X/ n1 Q( j' P
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * g- P& V8 q& p9 K
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ T( M4 ~1 F7 O: V4 ^9 P0 LHow you tried to set them free,
4 U- Y. ?% F- o5 JThey would not listen they're not listening still, " B/ n9 e7 O5 o' ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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