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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ?2 x% v6 p* m2 m L1 LLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
. X) N; m( f! \* ^9 W! tShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 v# ^5 P- k4 c3 n6 K3 S' FCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 K2 ]' @5 j- O5 n2 `* [
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, m7 @6 x# J* y w& FHow you suffered for you sanity, ; }+ z. L X* {+ s, ?! @
How you tried to set them free, ! C3 \5 Q' B+ h9 T5 s
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & m/ {7 T2 w* b& K; l$ k$ @
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 G5 E- m+ i/ I8 ASwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 T! F6 @, c2 C- M2 B5 Q
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) k! ?5 ]- s" X3 y' F0 V2 k+ C- `Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 w. t- X: P' g0 q1 U' n
8 N7 u0 k- h& }; nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% U, F0 N# o! y! A8 RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& v: q4 o" u; a k5 S9 vYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " Z8 @& H( p8 x' `/ D, y2 a" l/ `2 j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
" j' T% d9 Q' I: QThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' Z- h5 t' r' j# z" l3 l
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! o5 D/ C" P0 y Y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. * a& x$ ~# ?' L, z& P# p: Y, ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 k$ z# Z/ n, @8 _4 v0 u& X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( I- V+ }" r" Z7 }1 k5 |, K5 z
3 L o- d5 ]7 x; f% D" A/ t0 y U BNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ {# g3 |5 t7 N8 Y$ l' U
How you suffered for you sanity," r3 ] c5 ^% h h- ?* d
How you tried to set them free,
9 C* n# j+ x4 ?. W" K& w! JThey would not listen they're not listening still, ( v# Y, P1 B+ d* j6 o
Perhaps they never will. |
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