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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 g7 @3 Y6 {4 e! P" SLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
; Z) l1 G% E9 f1 |, kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,# b1 T: t6 k8 h; w7 P2 M
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 5 l4 F0 F+ F5 b! ^! h
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" L! f! i- D+ v$ A$ t D9 }How you suffered for you sanity,
- e& I" f; x% b6 ~4 _How you tried to set them free, + b5 `' b1 g! P6 {, \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ k6 @. i$ I5 S" `" vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 V9 O- s7 k& G; {. QSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, L4 |1 q) L$ A8 p: P0 g' z8 S/ S
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( y8 z0 Q) p1 { a& AWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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; V4 X7 n( V: z5 `2 }For they could not love you, but still your love was true, ) B' J% W" H' L6 g7 J6 R
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
% N; ~$ ]) J& j5 eYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
% D; l& _4 d) _( e0 Z5 N5 b, KBut I could have told you, Vincent,
/ c6 [2 T, a9 {# e7 {This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ Z& s, b: R7 Z( U
: ~3 Y4 d% U/ T% [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, * U0 Z$ Y! S; ~( d( Q" J/ D4 y
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 B% B9 {& W/ I$ p+ f' ?
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 3 g" X+ s; q- t; Q! X
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " @7 Z3 N0 Z# L: @. |+ q S! G
6 B7 z: i. z( K% h9 ` MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 9 r, _( } y" h) X' a5 M
How you suffered for you sanity,4 s$ S) @# {1 N( f5 B) F+ C
How you tried to set them free,
; A8 _. G0 q7 Z" m. nThey would not listen they're not listening still, ) R3 V# c2 T& A+ |6 K
Perhaps they never will. |
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