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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
; d$ E* k# N& q0 y0 |$ B; ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 6 \7 K" G8 E# b
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! v# T, H& {; {) e# n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & T$ w; B# F- i; {- ]9 M, v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
% Z) k* r. [" L. }4 IHow you suffered for you sanity, 7 L. A1 Q) F) a' j2 V) V* t& I
How you tried to set them free, 8 Q& G; g( I, n/ @ p, O* h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ g% b. [6 l" [1 M- AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- C; F- V: u# F4 s& F T5 Z' P) MSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) t, G: k, F# ^7 a; k, r: i$ |
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, & F8 j/ `/ ~; c- d+ c! }
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 `/ J2 q" U3 w" h" K. D3 _, s8 m5 I2 b
z2 X. z) [! X6 Y" cFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
( u! a; G4 Q% X5 L! o5 w4 @Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% Q" M. B$ z! }- \' G8 C: q; RYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
# ~# ]; R* U- wBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; q: q% g% [4 G1 ]$ U/ |7 b9 o
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : x' ?. B4 y3 Q4 L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. - X5 C6 ^" |: G A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % b0 P% r& S9 s
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' e. _/ P0 B# e" b0 s
How you suffered for you sanity,$ F% M1 n3 n, G3 u8 U) y
How you tried to set them free, / c, s+ v4 \# M+ k4 C5 e- L. T
They would not listen they're not listening still, $ U; V7 K; t0 d' M* `) v, z8 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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