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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " o) x v. i$ R% l9 s; N1 f
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, q3 s1 w; E7 F, UShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. f4 w! s- d" v( A7 m: e5 p! u
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 9 j) j# o4 ]1 a- x" ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
( F/ q$ [3 ~7 y: _; j- s/ ]. }How you suffered for you sanity, ! L" c; j8 x- E! s
How you tried to set them free,
( y- ]+ }7 E2 O1 zThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ d* q* q% P. WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
2 ]( W& h w# Q9 {9 ESwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
. H3 A' W& s4 _' m5 |% m4 \0 {Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 p. r; I2 z, c5 e6 [4 h1 ~& W' uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + \$ C' m! ]/ s( ?. D3 ?
( `% f2 a/ Q( x3 x" q. tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
0 W& t2 C/ B$ `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 x/ f6 l+ T9 B. V: k, EYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
$ t; e7 P/ E) j. QBut I could have told you, Vincent,
( p% n9 r% ^# ~' }& d) uThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( m# u1 Y7 q! ] D) J% t8 {0 w1 a
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - W' e8 h$ F9 s1 {* P- U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! B4 V( o: q( H) ]
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - s% s3 \4 G4 ]9 Z! @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + d4 y6 G7 m7 q2 h. `
, d5 Y4 c, m7 G5 q3 XNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 F& m. K" q+ m) G0 r- v
How you suffered for you sanity,
- ^6 L( Q ?! y! {2 E7 aHow you tried to set them free,
& x. M, z" r$ G% `0 eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- }7 ? F) q- G- _" `$ _1 p3 |Perhaps they never will. |
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