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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* z, H" C3 B8 n. t" w5 PLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
% q7 O; I& a7 M# z4 @6 MShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 E0 X: @) \1 g' @" t. w* X; qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 g' `2 t2 G+ h: E, P' X
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,: [1 [ R1 D1 E- y7 l# ]( J/ \
How you suffered for you sanity,
0 J2 n; P0 z# {% V. l; O7 MHow you tried to set them free, ) j( U7 `7 |/ ^+ D' }
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " I/ ?! }* f, N5 a6 h) I; _+ L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 i6 J- H1 o+ Z# d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
0 j6 z* Q1 T% WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 v: h+ c& @" w4 I# b0 m2 d; \
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. " q6 L7 b6 ^- J8 C$ F. g* s3 e) n
5 j8 S" S$ c" o2 x" i; gFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
# N* [5 u! F$ BAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
V9 D% v; k3 Q$ s& Q- O& gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, e$ @$ L3 B! v6 r! U! h
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( h G3 \: J! W. O! J2 XThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! o7 ~/ J. O5 F4 v
. t; h ]- [$ v# Z8 dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, . r" p1 A5 W# f$ k
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ G* n. h1 h: l; x. e; dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. Q! e# q/ i0 I4 J+ J* jThe 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,
' ]" T" ?$ B8 b. ^; r$ rHow you suffered for you sanity,& X- N, Y8 b2 q) o4 z v
How you tried to set them free,
Z8 T/ R* w" Y: a- H5 C' x3 [& ]' mThey would not listen they're not listening still, * Q3 z" @" C i/ ?
Perhaps they never will. |
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