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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
' X0 D+ _% s5 w4 TLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % c, I# D' M2 G. _9 x& o+ a$ Q
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! J+ a- I/ A- v" {! r6 \Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 s u) E0 p; `& K p$ \ ?
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% p# W% f) @1 f9 U6 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
, M. ]' [7 z5 nHow you tried to set them free, 2 _7 w8 _/ p4 x, L0 e7 a* M+ w( S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + h& v3 ~2 O' f. `8 n8 }' B Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 3 i; f" v/ M! V+ h
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 V( U: X' i0 |+ MColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 4 c5 `2 S2 C H, B; W# `1 O9 T
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; W' o! s1 b+ Z s' g
7 i4 i) ? r) s1 x6 H6 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 8 M v! m1 W ]- O; f# L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ! Z/ M. F+ j! b6 F
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 \; k& k8 `- [! |. ~6 N0 PBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* K c9 R4 \; T& |* R* i- F6 ]This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; D3 D" w' I1 L6 \: I. ?- T
c4 v: @8 ]8 JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, + \) l4 [/ S2 Z Y% }" r; k. Q' z* k! L
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! K/ m2 ^% }! x W' ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& V" K4 [2 g/ z1 b4 Y& pThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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! }- i. b" b+ B- [* vNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, $ m1 R X( |3 d$ h8 L9 l' G' W
How you suffered for you sanity,
+ c+ L: g: F L2 x6 c+ N% DHow you tried to set them free,
* z% Y3 g; v( QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
! E, Y) `+ l" q& c* l# E0 e9 NPerhaps they never will. |
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