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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* r8 {4 {( c' Y/ @! \% mLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 9 @$ P% ~. w4 |/ B9 c
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,7 X7 l1 {& V9 k' \
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ g2 }& {4 S& r8 b2 h* n3 f
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,/ f& h0 P6 Q6 y# s5 ?: E8 J# ?
How you suffered for you sanity,
; R" L. c: n, U9 b- }" {How you tried to set them free, / q! b5 L# z2 ~. J1 {
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. $ x/ k- D9 X5 o5 i
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 A" S! C* n% r5 p5 gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ Q" g, m/ j( k: l" p& D; Z0 F0 u( yColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( l7 K; b6 M+ B1 s9 ^ u- ~2 k
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,
1 i! x# J/ b/ n' ^9 z1 \ v% l/ P6 YAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + c1 Q H* G1 E# J4 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
+ E/ M- G2 f' W% R& e1 B2 ?But I could have told you, Vincent,
& n+ _' V' M" f# xThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : A, l, W& b- Z1 Y& l
9 l' @1 G% L* `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
% k: _ F+ Q; R3 N, VFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ! I: t% i) b6 a5 Q. z4 o( q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, $ E! S* m. S! n9 W* `. v, V
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 q7 f1 R( F+ t+ Q7 M
# L9 e% L' `4 Y& y* x, ]Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
: C! B9 b7 _* D. P, R6 W% RHow you suffered for you sanity,7 P( g% y' U1 t) E
How you tried to set them free,
6 }( o8 {7 {! p5 a; [# m6 A6 tThey would not listen they're not listening still,
% B( }! K: @. x; N. r( l6 WPerhaps they never will. |
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