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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, . O/ [( _" [4 _( C, N% F
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# e# t7 ~9 L; B9 ~/ l$ DShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* D' t2 Y5 _0 h+ r
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 2 Z* k7 o! G5 W3 `+ Q& Y% R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,( h4 B4 ]+ r6 Z+ ]& S7 T
How you suffered for you sanity,
& ~% d, }0 S3 Q% WHow you tried to set them free, 3 b( D8 `- B' M( q! j3 E0 o2 v# P
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 T' _8 s; S' i NStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
5 O# v$ Q2 v9 G5 b5 \$ m. ~Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 C+ D W" Z5 O: I' W, U1 d
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, V4 j, |" q0 L8 y' p9 lWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % v6 O' ^7 Z; Y0 _9 k' u( L% [! n
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
2 C& u! ]9 _& LYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 2 |9 X9 d7 z* G
But I could have told you, Vincent, ; j% |' f5 Z& @, v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 q& c" j0 |9 z* L2 u; L5 Q
, ~) ?9 q$ P2 Q* JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + I( t/ N. Q2 d6 E& ~3 I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! t' W7 n; k+ k( I1 dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) S$ y' O/ `! v. I1 A* I& W3 F
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 f! R- N( i4 _) L9 _ b8 h# ]
$ b' ]: }7 \$ K WNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 j; J8 r- X7 S7 H% ~How you suffered for you sanity,
0 N" U- x. k7 O; OHow you tried to set them free, 6 r7 e; I8 w- p
They would not listen they're not listening still, % `4 |, i! @% D6 N8 P- b* _
Perhaps they never will. |
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