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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( m& J3 G: t: f ]' ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 H; I" b9 i4 E+ M" H! J& TShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ e& S0 d6 n8 T( o! ^' v
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
+ }" ]. j3 Z5 P' f: Y& z( yNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ ?7 r- I$ V9 [" a
How you suffered for you sanity,
( {( r* x, v" ^+ ~& qHow you tried to set them free, ( `' h! G* B$ L# A8 r; _! Q9 q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 N1 ]) ?% H, H1 v) _" o# kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ; z3 B$ A, R# \* z4 w6 G
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # r0 ] o( ?) r8 a" r8 W/ z7 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 h' G7 w' c) P- ]$ l& K% }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) c m) d/ B3 K
0 k& \$ J! j6 h4 d# _7 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
d% Z) n0 T- P# b* H3 \* uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 ^1 J4 v( D2 T; c( V* v, AYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
( ^# v) D5 M, t9 k: V0 h, z/ NBut I could have told you, Vincent,
0 l y6 u; G2 x1 {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 7 j* r1 a, _7 A: N
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & p+ f4 \8 h c0 {# u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 T0 C( `& V: ^Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ }* F' x# E+ I0 m3 Z* J5 K. @4 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 a8 Y1 d. C5 X) C5 S: m: ~
" Y0 X) o* F/ Y" p$ C! xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ d1 N9 C8 b9 I, N' ~& a+ UHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 g' `) Q. a) l+ F5 vHow you tried to set them free,
% W/ V6 Q8 S G: s9 A5 t9 OThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% u i8 F9 Y& ]. W" v, h4 Y3 d8 ?Perhaps they never will. |
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