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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ' P Q: d; g% S& `) D/ f' c# g) i
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 \6 v- ^2 Q2 a. j% q" mShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 e0 T8 Q$ I1 N _& `& T8 k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. % E" E$ C1 e' Q+ E8 ]1 G1 E( {' V: S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,1 w0 j/ [ b3 v8 F2 ], B9 Z1 Q9 }! R3 i
How you suffered for you sanity,
! f, B' c$ X5 Q# VHow you tried to set them free, 2 A! W# [0 `; W+ a) |1 j
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' R3 f3 N) _/ O4 E) }: c
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
! j7 U+ o/ @6 r$ t9 M6 \! P' }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ N1 O4 @3 {$ KColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 Y0 u) D, [8 v ~7 r# W' c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 d8 W0 B9 G2 W
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
/ V# v, r h5 I8 qAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 h& I/ s: s4 L' p$ B$ i
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 h2 M) K( B5 q7 E* ^5 s0 j5 gBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* m4 B- j/ X& H- `: ~0 p& DThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - V; E0 F- d w" m1 W. D9 ?
" y! n8 B7 D/ N3 s5 HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, U( U. r! ^. S1 H% A5 m$ FFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 V( s3 ~* Z8 n3 e( ULike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 I- H/ g2 A p4 I+ n# r* qThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 4 b* C; w8 B9 m6 M. e9 h7 G& V4 L
/ U6 Z. E/ ?$ |5 ?, J' M! O0 s& ?Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) p$ C- a9 E, N% k) P- r" XHow you suffered for you sanity, F$ ^8 o4 J1 [* F: Q9 G. e" _, d
How you tried to set them free, 7 s! H' x3 ]1 X
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( N8 p5 t2 K3 h4 i) A2 k* G
Perhaps they never will. |
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