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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 {$ i. P( k% S% ?' kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, : N. w) S/ Q, s/ e5 r( h7 v' q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
0 j3 w3 ]8 g. Y! u) M4 @- vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' M, @0 c/ _2 p. f: ]- E
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
! _. {$ S& n$ Z$ K- t: e& z9 N& GHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 Y$ n1 e& A7 n1 r1 j+ a7 s
How you tried to set them free,
/ L; b) q& f" F" j7 J$ tThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. e' m5 l/ J# L1 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% L9 }% I" Z% x7 h5 r: m; V$ uSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, : z; D4 ^( D) a
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! _! W5 {' j2 Y4 U& qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # q3 c- \8 B9 j
) U' l. i/ X9 y/ q: j/ h6 NFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( |- b* l) ~- e MAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # [ {. b# v/ x1 u4 r" }
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 ~, O( v T& o: j
But I could have told you, Vincent, 7 q) `7 l. _) a" J" D. a! a
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! d. b i; r/ i4 c; X' z, m
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
Q) n* h: q$ e; P; a% d; L, kFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
: I0 h1 F, C# G, ]4 y$ q* JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ h) y% H3 K0 T- iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * i+ k, }- d9 J: q
8 J6 V% \+ A! A% ENow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
! ^# x; V, Q$ C$ Z" f4 P( pHow you suffered for you sanity,
! O: A7 a- a5 \3 v/ ~) E# wHow you tried to set them free,
) m. @2 }' _( g* E" l" {They would not listen they're not listening still,
6 t) h! Q- ^3 D$ `& TPerhaps they never will. |
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