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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* B% U* D4 L; x. x6 B/ i- qLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 r+ h% X. V i% X8 J: Q. N/ sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 [6 g, \# S8 ?+ rCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ! t# g# M# }& ^% Y" N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 G) {1 \, X/ @How you suffered for you sanity, % P# ]& Y0 b( t8 `
How you tried to set them free,
: X4 i1 S5 w8 m1 FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 s' _& U- q9 w7 ` T7 qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 Z- M; w. i! Z1 b7 USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , |6 f4 | l8 m% I- N( i* ^" }4 P
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 Y% k2 G) L. k4 f, Q/ S) L9 PWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. - Z% c/ H. f) E& p: a1 t
. c0 Z# S2 D5 H, d, @) BFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' H8 G; Y- u7 T2 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' K8 ?7 a/ {2 U0 ^7 y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 }( v' M l8 H8 ?2 i0 o( e
But I could have told you, Vincent,
2 u; _) x% y* T7 x" T. S8 uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - g$ W! [5 j) O" j* p4 q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 J; m6 _5 |+ C) f" L% D2 `Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. ~5 U0 c5 D4 j! dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; c8 P+ p# b4 V& j7 F0 VNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
8 H. E8 r" g$ I! ?" ~How you suffered for you sanity,
* w* g" Q; L* R! i( K9 ~How you tried to set them free,
+ l% I+ W% e( X/ ~( c4 ]( MThey would not listen they're not listening still, R; G/ J7 \% \- H: h
Perhaps they never will. |
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