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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
9 W9 k; l& q' R/ cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: K6 H7 A3 @* o% V' q9 KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% e d$ ~2 z& p& WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( g) U6 W' I$ P$ d1 e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 x2 f9 U7 w/ X" V8 NHow you suffered for you sanity, ' A/ X3 _! p6 Q& i) v9 z) y. c7 b
How you tried to set them free,
, t6 I% E* v9 I3 e5 n4 aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 M( Y7 f# I: m; b+ TStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 x. e. R2 I4 b" M7 e. P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 T0 q" Z" j# G; z, _- e f
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # |7 J, r3 [) k* i- y% P
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. , M+ e, e( K" o, n% d
! }# i* u# D: `7 w$ p) }7 x- ?4 S- eFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, : H; d1 O+ P/ V' k; {5 C
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / d# R1 l9 s+ l
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + c$ z7 k2 z! K9 H B+ f3 E' Z( Z
But I could have told you, Vincent, . P% c- M5 X0 a5 [! U& P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. U8 e; k' m3 I9 y
$ o _1 y9 W: _; J* z/ @Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' e: U. \' `1 k& ^6 g+ @1 b+ l; w
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . V2 Y( L) C& ?% l& N
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 7 A( I; Y. u+ K& H. _, ?1 |2 G
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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- Q+ b4 [- R! r5 U, ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' s& e* S/ v% m
How you suffered for you sanity,
1 _% Z; B, _$ [2 ZHow you tried to set them free,
2 t& m# V. ~. dThey would not listen they're not listening still,
P; U, \; O. V/ gPerhaps they never will. |
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