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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ \: S9 A- a- k4 B, wLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / e/ v2 u' [/ F, i9 Y# x
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,5 n8 d( @; m9 A- o
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ L& D4 p- N8 H! dNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ I f% s# t. h0 D1 w) o3 X3 CHow you suffered for you sanity, * o- S# C6 [ g) e+ ]
How you tried to set them free,
4 M ?; Q _8 C' jThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
p( c0 w1 I# N% C. O* @0 CStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
" p% g, S: j- k3 CSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
" K' K6 }( b' N/ S; U9 oColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) ^# T& D( L P) xWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! t* r/ v) D8 P" W
( d+ e+ J7 G; E' R1 z' Z/ a9 p) @8 }0 x! |For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 q5 U( M9 S `7 R8 nAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
, s; {! v0 W+ s1 Z6 hYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 D6 c) { f) j) f' ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 {2 \! m7 ^$ Y" F+ w" e# vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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' t4 b; o/ A6 hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : F% j; b; E: Y3 p* {, R/ h- ^- x
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 w* r) E, |8 F7 \% a+ H X" F
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
. J! e$ F& r2 [5 t: u6 m2 QThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. $ x- A8 Y# r% p: I& }! r6 P
3 s/ F3 W7 l u4 b ? K2 YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 ~8 T2 e1 Z$ e. Z2 O8 zHow you suffered for you sanity,
! n+ }( R7 J# h8 qHow you tried to set them free, " B. [& @- W) x! p% r+ G
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 x* [6 Q5 [# @( }" g) U
Perhaps they never will. |
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