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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 1 g# p! A: p- z3 a' @- X( C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 \; Y' \: V E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,4 J/ l1 J2 E& Z6 V' A5 r2 P
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 g, f+ R# l; n
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 w- f b% @, F' W+ ^How you suffered for you sanity,
6 U4 Q) u* z, q2 ]* |How you tried to set them free,
9 @" e# _( R$ h9 i5 kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ( S1 K o& ]! d8 w
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, E+ ^. n. |5 RSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 b7 H1 V% \1 m0 ]
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , X% Z# v4 M" o% g" W- P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 |) T* H) `- S" j- l8 m
- E& A. N, G/ @. W8 yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 6 V6 b! n" S2 x* b$ U; B1 z
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 D/ ^8 ]7 d3 ~/ g4 W2 d; y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 a) F2 \( O/ R* m, _* U
But I could have told you, Vincent,
/ i" u2 B7 R. T* KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 S" |& [8 U- a+ j2 Y
: ~0 e" c6 o: f, o) z# dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . z/ z f( R1 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 {& H: f" V1 V! k, ]0 J xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & ~. t: F5 i0 ~8 J/ i
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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# C* O% ?. T9 s1 C8 oNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) L5 R8 ^0 a7 z# v4 \0 c
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 _ f# \& A# l fHow you tried to set them free,
% M6 ?$ L% J( T" o& [7 ?3 qThey would not listen they're not listening still, ! S9 \8 s; M3 [$ t9 B- v. Z# _0 C. J T
Perhaps they never will. |
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