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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 4 |1 `5 C: u& }1 x& ~6 a" Y9 B
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
" a" L r1 w2 K0 q$ S' xShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 @$ l* W) W$ {# I3 @
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / S2 o& B- y0 S
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,7 k# D* V( m8 G
How you suffered for you sanity, , t5 [% m- ~2 q" j, F8 r6 m
How you tried to set them free,
2 B; D+ N! A. T% l4 V# V/ IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 W! G; U3 h$ aStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ! m8 R* T# a7 k3 b5 @
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
' B' P- ] V: ^( a1 d1 t) N( aColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 J" @! i+ W6 ~& NWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) h! F# c% n( h @- h+ N uFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, " U7 z4 d+ `: T, Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 x- t5 S H1 j1 T7 k/ G3 _
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- R l @. L2 q! m, I* FBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) D, s3 t! d& |
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 {6 N& _3 F( I! ~4 y( X: \3 @4 t
5 G" n1 v' H* ~) G( b+ b0 eStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: b1 U! L) s/ }: G% V1 h+ H/ a# ]9 XFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
U/ b) h' n! P5 [& f( JLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: l) K2 l. s8 J- gThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. q+ e a# M. q; v- ^3 i0 Z
4 U2 J; a9 h! Y. R) ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
& ]& Q& R! y1 \( Q" V" R( y8 {How you suffered for you sanity,
. i& }) {0 D$ T$ |How you tried to set them free,
! }) F* T& {$ AThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ T( \: e9 i! j& u- A: Z& L) qPerhaps they never will. |
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