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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
: P0 c! e# _ v% w/ _7 CLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; g! ?! ~. h3 S( M6 u0 e8 }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 L$ X& [1 O( N2 R. H% L
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 K1 G r8 |7 |( j% a/ ^. K
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,4 D7 D$ f) P9 C) ]5 Y3 w
How you suffered for you sanity,
8 U0 D3 ]) |. ^3 Z( U vHow you tried to set them free,
$ i$ {& B" _, Y' X4 pThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " r" V! O7 S6 O; @8 w$ @# n3 d1 D! ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: y9 c: f3 f* U+ W0 W0 hSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
6 I1 J/ e$ B" h3 R# m- kColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
! T8 p$ Q1 G+ b% R! x2 `/ `. ^7 f- M7 BWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 _* X/ N/ d I
: ]3 ]+ r3 ^' P4 ~: SFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ w* \: x# H1 ~0 ~" f3 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 t6 p* E0 j! S1 ]# T) R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 V% k& D6 i2 }0 P& u+ B% XBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% s0 j3 L* i5 c: d* ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , l5 c( c. X3 o4 d* U
- ^( p8 `1 h3 z. `& _" E. LStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 Y- d6 y# `6 k0 u6 i5 y6 QFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! k4 n0 k8 F; q8 y1 W- L0 eLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - h2 r8 ~3 G! @4 I) B9 W% ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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( v9 P# G' {# b3 I8 T5 h* ~7 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, + V. s6 U, D# ^" q
How you suffered for you sanity,9 U4 d# ~ N' S, m9 c X/ ?/ @
How you tried to set them free,
0 K$ |# X6 `; U: V6 ?They would not listen they're not listening still,
) l: e4 v' P7 w' J0 x+ O( G- `2 oPerhaps they never will. |
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