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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 8 W& a+ t& [" a" I! M0 z
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
/ G) y, z+ M/ I: k) b( {6 cShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
J+ `- l) I% V6 r5 {( X! V; nCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. + i' b( S+ V& `1 N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
5 |$ E) t: e; Q( ^/ T6 O; jHow you suffered for you sanity, ' Q" M# p8 [! v# ~
How you tried to set them free,
6 a# h1 b/ H" ?8 @7 X5 B' o. sThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, v$ w$ X* D) C/ y; S4 gStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : d- B# Y7 d0 b' P
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( a [" u7 H6 R$ O, H0 h9 v! b4 E
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 w, X( y3 W0 K0 LWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. % G1 {7 b t+ n( @- D6 x _
# V8 C! S1 c1 ^( w5 G. k, zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 9 t1 c" O4 u% n* ~# ^0 h
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 2 W; R l" w) N8 ^& }0 X/ h5 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, a$ b, D$ e" Z7 Q; s2 I' pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* I% Y! ?" Y3 \+ Z( x5 D, GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) C6 m+ E& G6 S7 m# M8 o
0 O8 }1 }! v4 R8 {1 U2 P9 pStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) `6 f* W! O+ U0 W: oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 q* V, z/ i; H" o ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) V- G g8 z G, W* i6 W" dThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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5 [* ^4 q# N2 F+ D& `: i! ANow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' C+ F0 [2 t+ R% L4 C: |How you suffered for you sanity,
# Y+ V# s6 J: t, \" ]: FHow you tried to set them free, 6 E) t S$ d% b; G' x
They would not listen they're not listening still, H+ ]; A+ m, L% o/ y& u2 c, l% m
Perhaps they never will. |
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