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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 o8 F, T* r" E0 R C8 `/ D* D$ i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - k( {' s) d6 |8 F! b: u" r4 G, O+ G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* g+ Q: F2 V+ S1 L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; v r6 G: F- Z1 Z* k4 JNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 _, L2 [2 E& c7 iHow you suffered for you sanity,
: c% k; ~- @3 ?How you tried to set them free, , ^: r X( N' ]
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
% G4 f$ [, f+ i2 _* t6 \Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / s7 V& u, V" a/ ^* M! R
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
5 D6 c. J/ i/ f- }) p3 `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* z8 {( p$ u8 `5 LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / u* Q4 x8 Z5 z# ~* }
+ F8 o+ |1 F" O* Y1 H; A" J, i3 s2 RFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' G, O: `4 B# |/ HAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ ?/ J8 M; G$ t+ O" xYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
; b: o) p% J5 \. s/ H" L1 K) tBut I could have told you, Vincent,
) h1 i% u' C4 E: N. c+ G! [8 RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ D* \; r6 P/ w
2 [: C* `) I" p" `" UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 W3 R$ t' b* R% QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 g( _" C4 G, iLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 2 X5 i% y1 X: s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. U u. f- D" Z% ]+ P. k- V
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: u- P1 l8 [. N# e7 @7 z* |1 VHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ E' j# t9 D5 ?! @0 J6 GHow you tried to set them free,
& Y) }. ^% H1 s! x& u; n Q3 gThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, K* W( z- l3 v# w f2 M% iPerhaps they never will. |
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