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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 W$ E# l+ J; c+ F' |! E0 w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 2 i; _3 |' |+ I8 O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ [5 q4 d2 W) G! ]& t' G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( Y, m% {" X' a0 FNow I understand what you tried to say to me, r8 t3 y+ ^" L9 |9 h* r
How you suffered for you sanity, 3 r( i# Z% T" A" i: m% M
How you tried to set them free, # _6 l- ]/ X: Q4 s! Y% t5 I3 |
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( t6 c; }2 f' ?; G- eStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; ~4 Z1 k! ]1 D! q' b; I2 QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
J* s. a, w. F* h$ i7 GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, # O# S# T y9 @4 d( s0 U4 i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) h$ a; }, l& x9 k# m; [- `: Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 E( H: N+ I" S; A; t( ~
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - Z9 |9 \: V# V
But I could have told you, Vincent, # K2 \% K+ w7 v
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! m# ?! Y# g8 Z8 n. Z
$ s w5 E+ c, Y6 o, `! ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 M% a! m6 e# zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 T* b& Z$ o' a
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, j3 c/ j* s6 O* sThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * g u% P& @8 `8 |0 O
, [1 Z& R8 U$ R5 J8 @- \" YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 4 k9 s1 G1 i8 ?5 H# _, R
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 U$ I" W' m% ~. i" b; B5 W2 iHow you tried to set them free, % N$ {2 h# [/ O4 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, # y1 g! ^4 e3 g2 h7 G, [0 a, N; T( M3 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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