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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* E9 ~3 B: C( E7 K3 z5 N3 ^Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- s9 l6 [" ~: e$ _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
1 }4 \+ Z- l1 O* R2 u. _! V5 SCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 3 D! t1 y9 M& F% w M; s0 `& ]& \6 J) Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: t2 T/ {3 \% l6 _7 K5 Y/ aHow you suffered for you sanity,
4 n: G# y( \& [$ {4 vHow you tried to set them free, ' R, s% g1 S- Z& e$ ^9 J0 {9 k6 o
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. & Z% N; b: G6 [+ n: Z! k V
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
/ F# H. ^# a; O$ o( ?4 p+ _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
) P! V1 p/ g) [' ]3 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( S1 B. R2 o% e; @6 Z1 ?3 i8 lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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: v& K5 S& @2 _& @, IFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
% N$ f% C' i( f3 r4 C! rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 5 O' y5 i) S" u8 \% y' `
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
9 t; M3 [1 b2 m! c; l3 ^% k9 ZBut I could have told you, Vincent, ! c9 U& b7 _% l% I" d
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( X) m4 l2 Y4 H' x' c
# t! {: ?9 e" l2 b3 P% x; xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 2 n8 l) k! m% H' @
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ' p* O: g j( q, B5 c$ ]% K
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- _0 p" a, ^! X5 G ` h2 DThe 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,
" h' }* s3 }) P" j) bHow you suffered for you sanity,! `: [( X5 E+ c7 M; o
How you tried to set them free, % T, F. q I$ V: X5 r" L
They would not listen they're not listening still, 4 ]7 ^- ?( o$ x- ^
Perhaps they never will. |
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