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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& w9 H2 X3 Y$ l- ^% zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! A- [$ v3 k4 d1 XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! g5 `" e- b/ B5 D, n, G6 ^( KCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) p; Y! f6 h9 l& S6 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,6 e& z; ]7 s& b n1 Q2 L( N
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 ?# D3 {; U# g% @# D; K4 yHow you tried to set them free,
* E5 L: ~( n1 ?( r' k2 n3 A& kThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
; `5 a: Y- H5 p* u! d1 r1 JStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 D$ R# z) K, H8 {$ J$ mSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
I" i/ S8 P6 ?% I& S; fColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( I6 `! z/ S$ T$ Z K" s. @, qWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 r3 z7 X6 _1 U& ^
1 j1 Y" S7 z" j% y6 ~) U& O, ?For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 b3 u, U+ ~9 B8 ^) mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 V5 ]/ `8 Z1 q& a& W% [# yYou took your life as lovers ofter do, ) y w2 q. z) n; j& k6 r+ a" r
But I could have told you, Vincent,
0 p' O/ y+ H$ N: |" u* n, _2 o- VThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - a& @' N/ r# E$ k5 p
1 R. g* V, R& }4 [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, & j; P. G7 q. A+ d: u
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , N% X& g- z( P% g# B
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 6 ?' E, [ K! d2 Q' g7 D
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 z; A2 O% n2 M) k4 J$ LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, * w: p. d' N7 B3 R
How you suffered for you sanity,. z% `6 ^# V! g4 z1 E9 f
How you tried to set them free,
% ^/ }5 ^* P( [7 f1 k- e1 QThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 U0 W( K, ^; H! S
Perhaps they never will. |
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