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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 Q( T0 p, _9 C# [" A8 y# S& X3 ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# W- I) W; G- f3 ]: CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ E: z% A$ O/ a" B c4 ?
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
/ q% i: b' U# J `8 g! r7 R4 YNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
' @2 g/ H9 A0 A3 cHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 p+ x2 `' Q, b! N( n" O
How you tried to set them free,
' ?; r5 F! ]5 H; l& ^9 e) w: KThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
1 z! B- \4 s8 f3 aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 [/ k o. P1 d# O+ k: f: ^" W* o1 L" B
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' n6 U: }% M8 l$ b5 \Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 k6 l+ b X& t- Z1 [; `
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 g, f9 j3 n* m& v. P3 r
4 _+ h* m; j: W# }4 C, d. _9 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, & U- t/ d! B9 @0 Q2 W6 {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 F% O) d6 Z1 O* o! b
You took your life as lovers ofter do, / k! e4 ]$ A, q7 Y( B7 _- s7 N
But I could have told you, Vincent, 5 f1 h: P+ _4 Z1 h9 F( E3 ]
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & Z7 e! H X" j% M
9 Y" T0 T( w! A" gStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 }; S3 u9 F) N/ I1 PFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 7 g. g& n2 c: [+ c( q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( ^3 y5 j! k- A9 S7 u# b& [# D, ~" ?0 r
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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2 n) A( Y9 a1 P( }: R' `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
k& D7 s& H% [) E" _How you suffered for you sanity,
; D+ C9 ?7 H9 a1 S7 C* L: `7 [How you tried to set them free,
{; w+ E7 b7 j6 CThey would not listen they're not listening still,
5 C7 m2 u. i* D" BPerhaps they never will. |
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