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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& x" e$ h5 x' k5 z6 w- cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, d% w( {# _+ M
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; |/ {% C2 g. r( A0 ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; w' y' ~6 l4 x9 v. Q+ j9 v' {* i% F
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,5 w5 k- ^ J5 ^& h
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 U: y7 w* e, e9 PHow you tried to set them free,
; g/ s0 _+ S5 V1 s0 OThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 ~; `9 c' f; n( Y# f- s
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* I! K8 g% n7 o( i/ lSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 4 L& f2 X6 o8 C8 }
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 o. Z" |% i, o- b# E3 o$ F2 W! pWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 f- v* L& F! n( A- l. _9 Q* EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 a. B$ t+ G7 v6 Q9 Q) y5 }- jYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 k& Z- a. B g* ?* jBut I could have told you, Vincent,
4 |, T+ _. F; V; [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 o9 Y3 R/ B8 y
7 U6 ] S1 k$ hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
9 [! b: v6 b& F( b2 z$ @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 e6 o' g# H) M& z5 G. s/ Z5 NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( \8 ^# P0 r% F+ I
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & e3 L; \. \/ `; O, R3 }& n
0 D7 w) u8 e5 U! }. }/ DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
( c6 G N2 D$ _0 H9 `# VHow you suffered for you sanity,3 E( E5 q8 a, f$ @! {+ c
How you tried to set them free, " n+ N0 n2 F2 a' S$ {
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( U( a/ P9 l1 N+ X) N1 ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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