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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 u3 B9 T4 n& J! J- t& h) j7 j5 QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 B9 g4 a& o5 k$ }2 O+ m- {; sShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
2 u+ l1 N4 c4 u, a8 oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / F- x/ O6 V" I8 ]+ @
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! N A- q# C/ a- o& s6 r2 `How you suffered for you sanity, + R! {; F/ h" w
How you tried to set them free, 8 p, _3 _! {8 v0 _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 Q, D9 X& {4 i; T8 [! }* EStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* G+ \2 f( e0 y( [4 nSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * y6 p, p' g7 t: n1 P# g+ `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , B/ j' Q7 S" U+ o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! e0 a0 g2 D$ k! _1 v: z
! }+ K2 p/ }" SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
" P' I- m3 ]# y: n/ v: {/ r/ L1 f1 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 g& Q0 w* o8 M, F. C% u
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 P. K2 M) O/ ]But I could have told you, Vincent, & G) F' j: r; K% a; e. U8 E$ m
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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& M% @' b4 p# T/ m3 s' o0 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ e% Z2 \) J/ v+ DFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. : |; e/ [1 e' G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
/ k1 D- S8 k! |- q9 z; lThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * c' [7 n5 p1 g# I
5 ~* Q; y- B8 w1 n* g% cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ ^" }' W: V/ `; B4 O8 i2 r
How you suffered for you sanity,
7 o D( s$ ~$ q+ K- HHow you tried to set them free,
" B* Z, Z1 y% ]' h* [4 d# @1 eThey would not listen they're not listening still, 7 T0 S2 n, Q5 w1 E
Perhaps they never will. |
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