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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / H: A! n5 e0 r* J
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" w9 i r1 }% V7 i' v3 oShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,1 o! h" q# X: U- V5 `+ p
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 g- L( |6 y2 J$ p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,3 Z) ?& Z' a; W9 b3 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
" l! M: X0 }6 U! l( E7 AHow you tried to set them free,
; a6 M1 S: A2 B7 `: g* CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 Q8 C- Z% I9 _" a& B( H" h' F
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; K0 Y# ?* ?8 q; xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. q/ Q8 Y! o4 hColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 {6 Z3 H" H b8 [0 N9 K
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! H% R2 T& Z! v1 x$ VFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 X* _# D8 x8 C' G7 f: dAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. T3 Q$ W$ a. L8 d. tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
' B( L0 W' |& P+ ABut I could have told you, Vincent, 6 O+ r% k; O6 ^ ?- }! K
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! Y2 D% W9 H ]* H
( g) }9 ^7 D# ^- p* s: g0 \. \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ q8 [8 ?& S8 v% \+ E' ^3 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 A, Y- I+ a5 P' D" Z; ]5 b, ILike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' N9 w! K/ D- b* s u: H
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( H) A4 z5 ?; k/ e: t7 M
2 j, ^& d6 r i' {; V# |- x+ d9 N1 C1 qNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, . P, _3 y6 U1 f, N5 d' d
How you suffered for you sanity,
; d5 h- L8 k9 @9 ?6 v. N: @How you tried to set them free,
/ u1 d6 E; _7 w0 I/ pThey would not listen they're not listening still, * b7 b% i' P9 F s
Perhaps they never will. |
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