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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, & z3 b$ s6 y( }* C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 7 }* S E! P/ ]+ l, O/ G% Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: j+ b7 J y: ] ^1 x3 U1 ], Q
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' E- A3 z4 q5 C- \Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: W: k- m. {+ g& ]$ EHow you suffered for you sanity,
- p" q" N1 K( GHow you tried to set them free, 4 O. |7 I0 [; X* K: |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 ^$ B# F3 m4 u( k z# F/ F% rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% ~4 Y& H' O- p5 J% T( @0 k$ u0 gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - f1 \) e3 e7 R% O* P- {% u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 f. h! N: ~6 `' c! X
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ k! }# `9 v0 w' n( I( J4 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
' n+ V, v: C6 E# z; tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
6 q m( E; y' a8 XYou took your life as lovers ofter do, / ]9 o: f4 {% r- [ h; L6 A
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 }: M) W9 \8 D6 ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 X Z N, K2 F9 @* _. E6 L
( R/ m+ t9 _, ?& a# A$ |) N1 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- W+ B0 A5 C G0 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
3 M9 R) x1 A8 n. yLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- U' U& v7 z0 z; L* NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & l7 S3 m$ j' y, n; m0 S2 i8 j
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 }/ C2 D; s, Q' l2 _, a
How you suffered for you sanity,5 i" `, `: r6 M* x: R* i; i, P
How you tried to set them free,
/ W# [4 ]5 V! S6 E4 v7 k7 C" NThey would not listen they're not listening still,
. w. F1 A+ B; [) h: _! zPerhaps they never will. |
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