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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 7 D' Q2 r h" {; A
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 C5 T: }8 j v% t1 S* U% x- S+ HShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,& W: }; m5 Z9 T- z# q+ k3 R( O
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 V7 h6 @: Y: X4 {( D+ {* g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 s+ k7 q! P# o7 g! a! Q% C
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 o6 t2 i6 q2 [How you tried to set them free, . z6 ?6 Q1 c$ l* o$ S& _0 B& W
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 l3 a0 o D' @5 GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 y/ @% y- x6 y8 h# ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. s1 ~0 [5 w* O/ yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
: n8 `: z3 y6 y) ?) R7 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( m$ C* k4 m- t: N" s2 N/ M- O
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 h# E# v) U Z2 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, % {. a0 Y& P [6 h$ m5 x# E
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , w w# T1 K! i- \
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) B7 g7 O3 m" C: I/ J' yThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # x5 X; G5 ~2 F% z' A+ x
0 U& a7 {0 X9 e" HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ E0 P9 L7 _# G, n5 c# jFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# a4 y `' Q6 O/ _9 o eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 w, d% @2 v5 Q8 V( F, @5 n) o- XThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 g' }' V9 }4 u8 N4 t! V+ @ z) X
4 }; w. f5 C( bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ D' \" ~2 V0 h' ~. Q9 [* t6 }How you suffered for you sanity,& [5 }; m) E1 E5 e0 M
How you tried to set them free,
1 X# D4 g8 P4 MThey would not listen they're not listening still, 1 P7 F9 Q+ M0 q/ x) p
Perhaps they never will. |
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