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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . t" B; ?, V2 D/ `( D f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; m7 N& L& I- F& ` J" c2 iShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ k: a% ?7 f0 U, @) g9 Q+ ~/ o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 4 ^$ L& D- o4 X! q$ \" [( V9 `
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
2 j' \/ q7 l" }1 a8 tHow you suffered for you sanity, 4 c5 L0 _" G6 S' O
How you tried to set them free, 5 t9 S2 N9 L& H4 U0 c
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 y7 f; k2 R* ]$ LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 ^7 f+ ~+ U c% W; f7 P* vSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ @2 F- D. J# g0 s' @7 ^# o/ |! ~Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , d6 d' d `8 ^7 ?( F1 f, z, M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & G* _, F1 a3 ^; u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , C; o0 e, i2 B$ f- b8 j- b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 9 n2 W4 z V0 i& ]- |: {
But I could have told you, Vincent, 0 r! S0 T# T3 u& B
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( Y% c& L4 q( i! s
3 O2 }5 ^2 r% t8 T3 \Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 m! \" Y ~- o! a) Q/ {Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . K4 i4 R, Y' D
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, & s% i8 J% P, X1 t+ r7 g, G% K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( Q0 m. n9 [ C
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! Y" P6 L# {! r2 V! q# c! Z
How you suffered for you sanity,, p7 k+ U* M# B" t- J$ P
How you tried to set them free, 2 A: k* w/ n9 C
They would not listen they're not listening still,
' I9 E& u; K( r0 I$ C+ rPerhaps they never will. |
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