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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ b& W: r: s# \: r% s& Q8 fLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 J) S/ \; c j2 n: V9 |Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 g/ _/ O9 m5 L: m2 R4 BCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - V+ a5 x" A# A9 B# T; `6 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. Q3 j% i+ b" \: n
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 y5 _2 _0 p7 L) n
How you tried to set them free,
3 w# X4 f6 M# D% R% RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + M3 i. T4 F3 a+ L B
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 R6 v0 a/ {3 Z7 ?$ x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% J$ t& @; e, T! oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 y7 E _* z. i, Z: |8 J! d0 u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 X3 B& m. ^( ~0 S+ [% l- U
$ G5 K9 @1 W% eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* j6 j$ ^% o2 S/ `( g0 b' t+ eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , @; [0 p* h [4 y
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , N7 x9 a& a2 R& g$ E
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* F9 u( {' F/ j: @/ d3 pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. # r2 G: T* u- M8 `4 d4 t
% R. c) S+ p) B' d, vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 9 \! r, Q- s1 |% |) _9 t; j
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 p) F; z* s1 d" @7 u4 K0 B; wLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; i- q% |% Y$ r" X8 l5 A1 ?* i- r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, & ?7 P: c" e1 F, n0 H8 n7 V1 c/ R
How you suffered for you sanity,8 Q& U1 b5 i [* s+ @
How you tried to set them free,
! S, k/ @1 n. |" J; U( c5 DThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, `# i6 o j! x9 ] pPerhaps they never will. |
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