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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( k& R" \9 p8 m5 j7 BLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ Q8 w+ x8 r/ c5 J( RShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# ?1 }, `% K7 k0 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & r% E- F' H H
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: G# p) q3 Q( |3 J3 L- F
How you suffered for you sanity, 7 D# b5 u" [) h" D
How you tried to set them free, ! w1 W$ X; t5 H* d- X/ k% b# h: D2 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + J/ V4 l% k, L3 i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 s! a) c ^) |0 P! e3 p' qSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - ?4 a/ Z9 p, i( F, s+ o7 [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & Q0 N6 g2 P- H/ w" |3 s
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, ( B4 [4 c1 l7 @) |8 [, ?2 u o2 u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ @ F% p7 u6 D ~8 ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, & O% M% ~% A; n1 t) h8 d- @0 y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& l3 b0 ]! M4 mThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 L& f6 V. q, Z& z& C
* p8 w2 l# @5 Y& OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 e' N2 w) X0 u9 vFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , S' o* u: c; D0 n" |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ r/ v" y/ t+ G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; z7 s# Y! B8 _1 v8 P
$ z1 |" [, E. WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 u! c" M3 T( P, A6 K1 ]* t
How you suffered for you sanity,
I- G3 S1 l+ v: L3 V2 _" tHow you tried to set them free, # P1 v8 m v. t# W; g+ G. w
They would not listen they're not listening still, % _. H. B* d9 K/ T {) H. l
Perhaps they never will. |
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