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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " R5 [3 v) K5 g# m/ p* J; b: r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
- s$ g& ?6 N+ V' _Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
3 q8 B7 A: m/ C, L: ICatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 6 _6 Y. Z5 x: c: p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. N, y _/ K s/ j8 Y( a
How you suffered for you sanity, 1 s7 k+ ^" t& o' S6 h9 L, [
How you tried to set them free,
1 L% d: W) D2 T% S% U0 `They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. E5 R* S$ f8 O* R3 N# ^
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! H& A% h7 ?; E1 [
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + B- u4 R q s9 c6 ?+ k
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( h* J' D, z6 v( t5 @) m# fWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + P+ M+ _) b# {1 d
; ^( u5 {& f, ^* ]; p- W# a' WFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
9 I* u8 k. |, P2 U* VAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( @; n# F, w. ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * @, l. E: b) A! B) f: O
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 P9 W k6 q( ]! bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ; {) U5 K" @- ?% w
9 u5 V7 a( `) i: [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
0 f% W1 u/ r6 o- p' @% VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. # Q3 w) Z8 M' Q' P9 Y6 W
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
; f! ]; @/ @; e& @# n7 a0 UThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) P1 y/ C! R9 U0 S' i" C" c. F! x" e
How you suffered for you sanity,) N+ f4 b+ ]9 G
How you tried to set them free, 6 [0 i( r1 ~4 l# b* ?1 _4 z" R w$ O
They would not listen they're not listening still, ) @' O; U% K( ?" C* L$ l2 R
Perhaps they never will. |
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