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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
X% I2 M7 N! H/ T+ ] ALook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( f) B9 x# E" S9 j; h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- ~4 j+ R7 ?" y
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) j5 K9 _$ i: j, M* [; {8 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' p& Y' F+ w( M7 x# d) [
How you suffered for you sanity, ( z, g: \! X0 W5 B9 x2 o2 G
How you tried to set them free, " _* ^! O1 U+ S- a% ?4 ?* ]' T7 N' W' M; U
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) H+ P9 h1 K6 K3 b* n% i* r( v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 6 w- a1 k7 j! _" h8 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ `6 j: e* C/ z6 _2 a+ _Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . ~- i, s, N% F% o+ w% m
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ! _: _6 Q }1 `0 R3 C
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ F& v: v4 }, ~" T0 k3 rAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, A3 g9 p; @1 s' M$ F3 ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do, + L+ {- b& E* ^- G3 Y% [
But I could have told you, Vincent, . A/ e6 l! }4 r/ v! ]+ H
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! w8 x1 r: C. H0 E8 z
0 Y- r# Z. Y- ~Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ _/ m' n1 \" E! gFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, H, Y* M3 R$ c! P+ ?Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 p P* I1 I0 D% d7 tThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + H2 z& B( ]* ]1 P
+ C( T" F8 l: j- s/ gNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 y9 s7 E( T$ `# o, cHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 P+ `, V/ b G/ {' CHow you tried to set them free, ) B) Z) p" v+ y: X( ~
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 P, h4 o1 O( r Y
Perhaps they never will. |
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