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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, / S, [3 O# O. ` b
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 ]- m, G5 G1 \Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,/ y1 u7 J9 {) A( {- c
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
9 E" ~3 {3 o' z) `- k6 sNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 U0 D2 g# e4 H" Y/ `+ t( k0 m! R; @
How you suffered for you sanity,
' y: f F! F" H, hHow you tried to set them free,
; U2 p( x+ p( v& ?1 _+ K5 xThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ' m: V. Y: x9 |$ \3 ]1 m; O/ Z
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 y9 |# M! Y, d- I: v
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 1 f% J' B2 N' ^3 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
& |3 y9 b* ? I$ C$ uWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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7 P7 T" p3 m: D- q6 KFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ! w7 l! X; Z. m
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
* \/ V( m' l% Y" u' {5 }You took your life as lovers ofter do, ; o2 `" M# z. ?- s) z1 B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
% U8 n2 ^9 [9 O8 RThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) E% P' j+ Y8 O1 I8 t& r7 b
& t( y" R) P$ Z+ {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
3 L0 K% z) e' Y i7 J2 J; I9 T/ WFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
7 r! c9 }7 S8 a; YLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 i# Y6 k! V3 h& V! ^3 @
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( ~+ U, R0 O" N( l8 N
0 Z+ c! P$ E, c6 O: iNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - h: O* q% f, ~7 D5 p
How you suffered for you sanity,2 R# s" q6 g6 }* ^* ?) h; O8 D/ d
How you tried to set them free, , C7 |! Y# Z* N3 s% x7 B5 [
They would not listen they're not listening still, : i5 Z3 z, {: y+ @+ O
Perhaps they never will. |
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