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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 ] v0 C: l: z& S! _& M0 |/ QLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
4 e; j) m( R6 |4 V5 V1 Q2 FShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ c I L4 ?% [! j: ~! U: N# LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, Z- Y5 T# a4 UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. |, l/ n, H( E3 f! x
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 W- g8 N7 f: h0 @; @
How you tried to set them free, 6 f# p3 W7 s8 |+ \7 N
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 5 n0 O) n* o8 f
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
0 V( _) D. E0 |0 a( Z' GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
, x$ z$ B/ C% OColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
* s( S4 l" S& }: CWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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e# N2 ~1 |' e i, OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # t d# q: J& }" r! b+ q- P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
/ r8 o8 ^0 X7 E% O" HYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ( w2 Z; C; R4 p) L, e/ M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
7 ~3 l) H5 n; u8 oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. % T7 W& S" j/ c6 c
# E! ` V7 B4 m; KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
! ]9 B, W" w- Q6 n+ EFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. $ B/ T- _* O3 i" c
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, Z" b6 }; M2 s* }0 OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 ^) b1 x& v3 O# _
. Z! z7 i8 ]" H" t( rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 R; p# y9 Q5 {
How you suffered for you sanity,
( V% ?2 D& i l) Z2 ?9 oHow you tried to set them free,
! g5 b5 d. `; F+ k: lThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ ~0 w0 _. r& q2 x7 Y+ j7 hPerhaps they never will. |
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