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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 k' c& h# z4 J6 C' f9 V6 u
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * _/ y, D1 R* Q6 M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# Y6 h/ }9 u4 H* ?" a/ YCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 8 |% h7 k- @2 w, \
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
$ |( g: n- e2 \8 @" s" yHow you suffered for you sanity, _' v: r4 S! c1 D ]( H. c
How you tried to set them free, 5 M/ f1 V* H" [" C
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, x- I, p1 b7 KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 I% A- N+ R1 w0 G% I( @Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! s, W6 @1 A2 a+ f% H5 {8 Q% i. N s1 v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . Q' U+ Y$ K# N1 s( F
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : y' O& R" h) S! h. f+ n
* n* B7 B+ k$ B3 k- I, N3 A* bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! m: ?8 S1 h0 X3 P
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 Z- ?) Q* u* D. o/ X1 k: B5 D( F1 tYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 u/ C4 k+ X( T# o) _+ C: J( H* t0 sBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% b9 c' ]& k. J0 X- I. `4 A- i( dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % R0 y1 S' j# w* j5 A- a" M8 U
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
# N0 V7 P5 D! nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, : v) J, u1 D: e# c+ ^" {
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' ^& n; \/ K) Z
0 w$ L; ^' r; e" YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
6 D. J: e, h5 E0 [5 G$ p4 O( q! hHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 [# l7 V8 r& m; jHow you tried to set them free,
, ]3 p8 J6 A" T8 m& u5 v O. x1 T& WThey would not listen they're not listening still,
, J+ r# Y8 a) {Perhaps they never will. |
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