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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) L/ s: e9 B. g, ?9 yLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
6 R+ `1 ~( m5 qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. Q2 g" ~8 P8 I" a$ U& d9 K' e* H) ?Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# T2 f( ^8 ]4 c" i: ]9 Z( ^1 mNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) s' e0 F. @% t6 J7 O
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 n$ |$ N4 b; I
How you tried to set them free, , ^1 `3 C5 I F- Q
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- H9 ?1 a2 ? ^. L( S: kStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 k C0 j' i% ^( d& [1 R5 }* JSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( C- G6 B' M6 E, p6 `, e3 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , N6 O+ V* D- [1 a+ G8 g4 e1 e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 ]- p; z$ ]+ q" j
) }+ o" E2 G, \8 A9 h& b0 ZFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
W! i0 Q7 w' h: b/ SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ {- b1 u( Y% d6 v) W6 a
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 _- a* ]: h+ z0 w8 Z5 ]0 MBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 j l$ ~6 r: |% EThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
- q5 Q# V$ S6 B9 e( x$ \$ iFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . N5 r. y v4 c/ h' q$ e
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 r! O0 L1 u6 I% V3 W- z/ u% aThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. & c7 ~! K! y& d+ G$ y n
0 \9 n6 B& f; H* ~; C6 A4 k' iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 J3 a" R/ n% }' F, C4 ]+ f2 c2 K$ |" ~4 S
How you suffered for you sanity,4 @4 }* ?1 U- Q/ l, }" p+ W0 q
How you tried to set them free,
! K; A* c2 R' j0 v2 iThey would not listen they're not listening still, : s( c+ O2 E4 p: e: p' p. P9 w8 l
Perhaps they never will. |
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