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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 s( m/ o T3 W5 |+ |! lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: m" ]0 n% D/ y+ h/ D: _4 JShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,: B" s5 t* y6 }. q0 S# E: @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; P5 g. m/ v9 g- f2 S6 N4 T( e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me," ^" P Z3 g5 ^* `" J
How you suffered for you sanity,
) [' v% Z4 p" E- IHow you tried to set them free, ) c9 }/ [: M9 m4 o6 n# o; `7 B- y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
?) K h# [) Y" cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - ^ L# F0 c# O- E
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) t; \" o6 S$ j0 G
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 F' ^6 W" f* O7 B. V5 MWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * E. D3 E# ]4 r/ }/ Y# w; I
2 w/ s# O) t$ K4 n( zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 ?; P; u9 S6 x3 U0 y9 O# v1 I
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! D9 U. W5 U; B& [8 U! A# L3 i9 GYou took your life as lovers ofter do, , ~8 H5 O* L/ r6 Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, ' @$ @+ p& D4 l# ?+ {
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : O% K6 c; J, r0 H8 q# e
( t3 B+ x( G7 X* R3 \, {% u, c; yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 N5 ^+ W+ Z2 c: l
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! x" j4 m* M( T {1 n, b- j
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' g s# K# O- v: }7 o+ @$ k* a/ ~: ^( h
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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; L/ ?. k+ ^6 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, w5 E: b5 _/ g) o" j
How you suffered for you sanity,
# I ` z$ F& l+ K+ R6 UHow you tried to set them free,
7 r( K6 e3 ]4 ?9 g3 u2 Z! cThey would not listen they're not listening still,
4 n8 g5 E7 ]% K% O( I3 ~Perhaps they never will. |
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