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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' o( w, d$ r$ k1 \# l4 a @
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 Y6 I5 w3 E- v0 P% v, Q, C$ m. AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,3 S5 C( o6 K2 Z( s* y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 G: f5 G0 e$ n' j# i) e
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 ^4 e: Z5 [: p: `How you suffered for you sanity, ' ~& ?& V# D- n. W" l6 X
How you tried to set them free, 3 h- S8 z0 P. b! i! @
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " ^0 W5 r# P a, N5 J6 a. j( ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 5 K6 S/ F/ ]! D5 s
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) |: v$ f* B$ ^% \/ c9 |0 N
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) s' T: Z. `1 j) ?% h0 Q/ K) u
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + F7 Y0 j+ Y3 V4 u5 |
$ b; `( ?: I# P" K4 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, G2 I! Q& K5 U
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
0 A+ A0 R. t" S: ~6 W; M( Q& RYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 J% x# |( _/ s8 `+ {0 J
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* x6 p4 [. a7 k) K- {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 9 r" d1 t9 K* L, N) W& c6 B
) E) {; `5 d$ H- G* B" `4 X4 BStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; n9 n- w+ C+ ~( GFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ t6 _$ X7 e3 v0 r5 vLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 }! r a. d, G1 ^# W& r( ZThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) [: U+ v' Z5 i. K- F- xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
B c) b% F8 ~4 sHow you suffered for you sanity,* I; @, B& T# v9 U$ Y! q
How you tried to set them free, ( g1 b$ i$ M/ H: J2 t
They would not listen they're not listening still, ' L8 N( ^. s! I; q3 g, I
Perhaps they never will. |
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