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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 U" D) o( i( n$ O) [( o4 Y1 n2 ILook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 a' S* f1 n7 ~7 f/ u/ EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) {: j0 S. r: A: @7 |5 S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & Z8 g2 D8 e7 U! h; v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 i/ l$ k, o* f" i7 v/ h! IHow you suffered for you sanity, # z# M1 O& m9 X2 U7 \
How you tried to set them free,
5 e1 I9 o; X! b8 ?They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 ^; M% e, ?; R7 @Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 C2 h0 U% r* oSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ) a/ c; \1 _, C7 `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. e4 l7 \0 ~. a' @9 i, c) y$ RWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 9 R7 Z" M7 w4 R
& g+ [! y3 U# ], B, n9 |( v( yFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
6 \1 |0 L! H KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " y9 y+ A; o( n& r
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
/ ^' F6 J* p3 }( S- O% M: mBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) [! ]9 |: J) C; ]+ ~5 M8 }* W
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - v7 D- N3 D6 f7 O5 J% j
* ]# c# [ @4 G' u: JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 O6 q& M ~' _- G4 E# {
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 Z! o, j% f7 d: i7 I
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( s u2 T& ~3 p& ~6 {6 L/ ?7 T
The 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,
! G! x! d6 C* ]1 fHow you suffered for you sanity,# j m2 N/ w2 R# t, V. u
How you tried to set them free,
( U8 r7 q" R+ Q+ R$ @4 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; M+ V# p3 s1 h. OPerhaps they never will. |
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