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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, , ~& Z! X% G$ ?% e6 X; }/ B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 1 W: b5 A7 ]1 b: P
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# B; @& s, l; X5 V# O( H* f% z( eCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 d1 N2 f! D8 G' U8 {3 p) Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,! e# w, t5 t; h) F" w
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 ?8 N7 v5 C' K# x
How you tried to set them free,
5 g0 h) h; k8 Z+ {4 L+ V& M9 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; x% [' n, V+ u/ W6 b
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* \2 A, \$ r" B% f4 P% wSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % T5 r! }5 q- k, t7 h g/ j
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . [4 }# @6 y5 ?9 a2 T6 ]3 B
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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+ [! X. q. p2 s; _2 {: \8 P2 P( UFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, $ B; L& M9 v4 E0 S' x
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 I8 s% W2 Q: h4 pYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 7 W) H: I% F) B- h; K
But I could have told you, Vincent,
$ B$ V/ t; j+ o6 pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : x# a" n2 n ?7 {5 o: I9 ~6 L
) u- E' w/ l* v( v: g7 V7 hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, _$ g' O) t$ `
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. % `2 ?5 V* Y9 {; V* j% k! L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 ]. X$ X, I3 B/ CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 9 D3 N" F1 f0 D0 M+ q. h+ `
: S8 \' V6 f& E3 hNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, # L7 ^1 ]+ X [; d3 o( j4 X
How you suffered for you sanity,% }9 D$ s, H8 |$ w& |
How you tried to set them free,
' U7 Z% n) n. _3 [( KThey would not listen they're not listening still, 6 Y3 D; z, K! b% g
Perhaps they never will. |
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