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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / p5 C. s, A) f b3 x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
9 ~+ i+ x9 d) X8 }# w# EShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* c4 k* I# {& f3 v$ h* oCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
" Q9 [+ I. e% l! n( d' x1 pNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
" P0 ]$ F+ Q& c% }4 f4 f1 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
# z. Y* L, M7 f9 \) H7 JHow you tried to set them free, 7 w2 I/ Q3 h6 h* b8 x
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
$ i1 W. O. A$ M7 @. z! G9 \7 tStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : O' ^0 ^9 x8 [4 M
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
% |! v4 R0 \' Y( L; P/ s( m+ GColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . K* h6 p' r) p* R
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % |3 L b: ?# z
0 O8 P1 r; ?7 L Q& v& y2 nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, - g9 V* A, c4 `
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
5 f4 N: f' u9 ?- \* d" O$ oYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
y# P, S. m" D' _) {2 V8 cBut I could have told you, Vincent,
5 K; V) ~' l9 N3 q0 WThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & A H: g- M* N. ?7 Q0 s4 @+ }5 L/ p
6 g* j' ?/ ~. c* w+ SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
' @( {+ n+ D7 sFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 z3 z# [% m& HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
7 j* Z8 i1 p8 }: LThe 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,
" o% h, d4 g* i( qHow you suffered for you sanity,
9 t; B# n' C; d; MHow you tried to set them free, L: w1 T- I8 G: q
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 |. |8 q5 {0 i( x( B, s
Perhaps they never will. |
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