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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( f; a6 W& n9 h0 Y3 ~3 I3 ]: d
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! j4 \. p7 @8 SShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. N# p3 g& o+ r8 [( `( c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
3 u n o5 \# t) c; u8 PNow I understand what you tried to say to me,/ y8 f( U4 Z: c8 e- }8 o: F$ w
How you suffered for you sanity, : D. f% B1 u8 \7 @
How you tried to set them free,
: J1 ]* D t. uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' _1 a4 L6 \! e& R- _
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! M5 U3 B) Z8 t% p& V' `# \
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% y5 t2 n8 a: z! qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " d. i. r' J$ {* |8 d: y+ A9 v
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 e* e. V" A2 \) E/ Q$ z
0 c4 }0 T3 ~: r1 I" s% F9 ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
4 b! r6 Q5 C7 ?2 M" tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: D) v" Z1 \ H, c8 @4 l9 R8 bYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 u$ L) ]& h* h5 {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. R5 A* f" k2 {3 X# v8 tThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # S2 ^. k$ V# r- R' h
$ H3 b" |, f% H% j( o. n* b7 v) KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ O# l2 q. l. x$ |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 a# f2 \/ e% |9 \
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) w8 Y# J R rThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! ~2 O5 W; b$ Q. f/ y: t: G3 ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 p9 L- r4 J7 b2 l$ M: `* k) i0 [: XHow you suffered for you sanity,
; h$ r! _- I1 uHow you tried to set them free,
# }. I7 `/ U& f0 ]They would not listen they're not listening still,
, i2 v4 a: z3 R+ b4 U: CPerhaps they never will. |
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