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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 [- y: J9 q* |' j$ ^
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 k B6 q; H& _7 V$ `5 bShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,9 N: h* {# ~7 {0 T# B0 G' v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( J( M0 j2 i0 F( F% |, E( L9 x9 j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 A6 I! c8 H. r% m, H
How you suffered for you sanity,
" w7 Q) U! Z9 Y PHow you tried to set them free,
3 O ` o- \" x- b) i$ o7 p4 rThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . k4 O- ^1 ^5 Z1 w/ \- r
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 V5 N2 a- B! j$ W( h( d! z* U5 GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; [ ?4 E: D3 f# t2 [5 Y4 lColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 0 b9 Y8 A) L$ `/ h" L' ]
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # j3 `6 {2 s) Y
* |0 L9 k9 ~1 W) e3 Z; X1 [For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: s8 u" _3 }- C: W8 P3 ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# |+ R& J( h* ?You took your life as lovers ofter do,
8 L( \2 j' r% }1 O7 t, hBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( Y/ X1 q5 _ uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 Z6 \3 P1 B! u z) B8 b
9 R2 z% {( X! s- G" j0 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
|0 X* o3 B( K' T+ EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 w4 q/ V; {, \& W% B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & O, K- Y! G8 U
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 d' H# i( h# f& n5 _( o
How you suffered for you sanity,9 n/ c1 X) S6 W" Z. T
How you tried to set them free,
8 i3 m; p0 p' A- W% [' a N( rThey would not listen they're not listening still,
* i$ ~- x4 Y# f* `5 y6 vPerhaps they never will. |
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