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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
8 e2 d9 U/ F/ r- lLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& r8 J' ~0 N) N5 \) m" ~' s$ qShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# x! P: T3 |7 ?; {$ z1 @6 @) c h
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. : c. g9 ], D. w0 o7 R
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
: a4 A) X) R+ A, uHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 i* @: x! w" Z Z5 dHow you tried to set them free, & Z$ b6 K* v9 ^' N% F# M
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; E- Y+ H/ K. j
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
- V& J" }# [$ a' @& _Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- I' o* ]& Z+ h. A7 `' y' K! CColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& w+ _- Z1 D# F% bWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 8 e8 {& @4 [. U7 L
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- _! P1 ~, D# i1 ~0 fAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 R7 ?6 k0 j0 a: _You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# l! D; B% ]1 f; l y; I4 HBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 W0 L$ \, F+ Y; H* H8 zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 l' [3 z3 b2 C, M& a* I
$ c/ g' w8 A# ^8 X7 g6 D* ?" M% y0 ]Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, , x; ]; a% D4 u, l: r
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
O) y4 _+ G3 |, n- G# A% |1 _Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) ~ S) f) b6 H4 r$ iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 y5 c. S+ q; T' bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 b; }/ p! Y7 A8 }$ O) rHow you suffered for you sanity,7 W) O4 w/ \) e; i9 L1 C; S; n7 Q
How you tried to set them free,
{( A& s2 w8 ^: V2 _They would not listen they're not listening still, 6 L5 W, r5 ^& l/ ]0 n0 M. u
Perhaps they never will. |
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