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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
% ^6 t; ^" M0 l/ }$ K, C! Q, uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! G$ G# m5 Z. @- h4 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! Q5 W- F' v OCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % C8 R, K' i9 T/ U$ {0 [% q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,$ d q" I: u& |6 y8 Q
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 D3 X \: [2 P9 HHow you tried to set them free,
: l% T. c4 f! ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
* g6 {, S, O J4 WStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 8 B/ ?- P. u% Q6 B; `: J
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, . _+ p1 {9 N$ y: W, X# K) E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 ?+ v9 @$ h7 {2 o. h
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + @2 T: M) i5 b
9 ^7 Z: W+ ~8 N5 UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, / F: w+ n! A; j5 a: E) e
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ' z2 o% q- c, d0 g5 z; k
You took your life as lovers ofter do, " [+ [' _$ T( ~3 y
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ X, C3 c* E h* p* F# q$ ^% bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 g+ Y; z4 @ j2 N+ g( a
g% b( k* A/ p1 ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& q5 t) j# f" i& g* y% @/ [# wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! v7 K4 k0 V/ q" R# H
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% P/ L. }# B) S6 s8 j* \3 F5 O& [The 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,
n) ]2 f( U8 U4 ` h- YHow you suffered for you sanity,( o" Y) H$ o7 ]9 ^6 `( t. k3 s0 V9 J
How you tried to set them free, ; A2 x- q1 o; Z
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 V+ @0 I3 X! r, y! [' Q% X; C0 p
Perhaps they never will. |
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