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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
+ B. U: i$ i* n- p/ rLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
+ v+ J! }/ M# F7 eShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
" U2 {( `* U3 P) o! w2 C) YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" u2 D$ @( z5 b `Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% v) |+ W# [# H+ t# P
How you suffered for you sanity, 4 m# C: t; ~7 c" z8 Q
How you tried to set them free,
* s, G- G7 v- ~4 v/ U9 X- y( W$ ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 {6 G7 ~. H+ E! N6 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 0 Y' Z' U4 C+ p+ x
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, - E9 P' N1 f9 |( v$ X0 }7 e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 G; X; a i. RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. R% c9 k- m7 z, Q' a/ A- S
+ A8 ?* W3 Q0 U& J) G" n% |For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ; ?* F' B5 V6 v' _: [' H3 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
: ~" m o$ H" ]8 e( {. B$ iYou took your life as lovers ofter do, . P7 i( [4 V+ H9 _& c5 x
But I could have told you, Vincent, % T! V& \% r/ q7 L$ ^4 d/ T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , h) Z5 [3 O; S p" o; r6 ?9 F
. t* J+ [: ], E+ B6 LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 J7 X; ~1 R/ t! M
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) H$ n7 f3 h/ j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
# S$ G! J3 j% j' X$ I9 ^5 h/ bThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 8 |# E5 ^, j) l9 d& [( N
0 B0 I" x0 }( b9 @7 l' K5 o: N kNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# H. E2 b9 O" H" I# F" ?$ Z: u6 VHow you suffered for you sanity,/ T! j- T% o8 Q5 [& N
How you tried to set them free, # k9 s. ^& m6 {* k( |! `
They would not listen they're not listening still, * U$ H! s% A8 Y4 { p( u
Perhaps they never will. |
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