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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, # ~$ `7 z* `5 B7 g/ z3 _* S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, + k1 V3 H' d8 W7 C, j
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, L# W4 W4 C! [- N/ z
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; I. r, g G! C( f+ Q+ Q$ r, b( hNow I understand what you tried to say to me,. r6 `8 K$ I# [5 X1 G4 d6 w
How you suffered for you sanity, 0 \: l6 G3 f. C2 m4 ^. B
How you tried to set them free,
( G$ L- U" ~! p& @2 MThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 R, l0 |* a6 G3 ]9 W, O! [# ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 ~) a( F( F: Q1 V7 X6 ^
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, E4 l( j4 x8 Z
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ M3 z$ _& C2 D4 g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 ?7 S( t) k$ d. D0 j
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
) q0 r! ?6 _ ~/ ?Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ W# ], z! R% YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- N4 K0 c1 L2 |, `3 K" EBut I could have told you, Vincent,
! Y3 \, X- B4 w1 _8 D9 @2 UThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; y& b, G6 ?# H5 y6 ]* J
$ W, s; x6 A( N% L3 v# AStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 P4 q0 y8 Q) V. F' Z P3 u0 ?4 Q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
]/ @0 c7 X) t. J! C6 g6 M; YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ ^5 `% H& t# j* L$ NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * j" _6 ]! H- _0 ^. u( P
! U# @- T8 N" D" Y3 i9 {Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 k3 W. U1 j' F6 k. B3 k4 w8 jHow you suffered for you sanity,! L2 z3 p" w) n! a" R, J
How you tried to set them free, * X! d1 _+ e, t1 [+ x
They would not listen they're not listening still,
$ e: w1 G) z) A' D% V. zPerhaps they never will. |
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