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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 3 D* [' x. x6 x& b( T# {# \
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 3 s' h( Z" v" |* M- x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
4 Z2 M1 {9 A/ Q4 J' lCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ P" z% b( d/ s3 Y) i6 n1 ~! DNow I understand what you tried to say to me,1 V) S% {5 S, e- Y+ t9 }' I+ P
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 X: g/ B4 l% `2 N Z/ i2 C S
How you tried to set them free,
: V# J, _( Z3 J8 \# l5 wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 e, B( a. K: J, t! J5 F. a/ k
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
. c: {0 A; L7 O' BSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( J7 ~, E8 e& L& o2 r& ?% t
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
% Y) A( d5 M7 S9 I1 I: C, |4 w& ?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, ( W2 ?4 m5 P; K% {- g6 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 z! C0 Q+ B6 c6 [
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 }6 H3 k h! Q6 v
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# i0 k+ i5 L$ z' q9 W. E% z$ V$ kThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - f6 |6 Y8 t- L' y
g7 d2 X0 K' eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % s2 _5 p# }; h! f
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 N1 b) `! E& Q) Z9 q2 H( H" uLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ ~6 h" X& S+ X) v' e! `The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 2 Q8 c. S, X' Q' }
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
" ?6 h2 G8 y- a8 w& [How you suffered for you sanity,& B' u3 y& H% Z- M' L1 ^, d
How you tried to set them free, ( N; I# {! b9 Y; r) e
They would not listen they're not listening still, : s2 q2 J/ C; w% J
Perhaps they never will. |
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