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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . _2 \( ?+ W/ E* _
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 u! v9 d9 ^, `0 `6 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ a4 h7 _6 S) M+ z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 R0 m& u2 m" n( h7 H9 Y
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 I! W3 h, L5 S- a. ]/ m% `4 _: THow you suffered for you sanity, ' R- H: ]5 G5 [
How you tried to set them free,
3 \$ F! D# U9 w! R% sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( p- p- a) B% {4 LStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* _% y: `% w9 E! I$ ~7 {3 tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' r" @; N3 O! J% l! H8 G: eColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 o4 F5 K' v4 |1 v# X4 JWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ Q2 K! O7 p. l8 C/ h
R! p1 e& G7 V k8 c- |9 }% OFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 D5 D9 N+ g2 B3 r t; [7 v8 b1 ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, `( O3 z, D9 y5 J
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; E7 R4 G6 r/ O8 q6 a* LBut I could have told you, Vincent,
+ E# _; h2 g& A( Z" ^3 P9 ~4 wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / u, j2 m0 a7 h0 J# z
" D& w% C+ k) P) B( m( L, OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' B! |* I3 h. n- E3 VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 d6 P- c) H3 l9 A* X: V& y K: D4 g
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % Y) K R# b: C* U0 x3 e2 Q' g
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! {9 p- l/ H. J" G' x4 J$ [
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * G; z& O8 ~. T) k) w
How you suffered for you sanity,# K5 b# V K+ N/ D M9 d
How you tried to set them free, 2 g: U* K5 Z1 t5 }: V
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 |9 o8 K" L4 V
Perhaps they never will. |
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