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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 ~4 g, V/ C E6 o8 YLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % j) \+ Q! T1 t
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
9 p# m% a' m' I0 Z- i% E; Y S9 hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
. g/ D3 t; J' \) LNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
6 M9 h: _( C4 x7 R- W4 kHow you suffered for you sanity,
% w/ d& {! {6 N' B2 w3 _8 OHow you tried to set them free,
. F2 V% q W& G- u0 L) {0 EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
@* K. _9 A7 \4 H ^- k7 Q. ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 1 M$ L* ~* u" U# {8 i$ u
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! c3 n6 p' s) C6 O+ l; g# g- ]7 d# ?Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
# @- c+ z( c1 Y0 l+ ^6 O5 ]Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 _ _9 Y; M. g( k2 _0 ?8 p, e+ B
: J9 `8 M! w' M) X- vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
: r K f% ]/ J: lAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 l& n- r3 v" @- F" I
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
& \. |$ _1 ?/ L3 F8 Q/ P3 [, `But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 I) o# X5 o! e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( m* Q; h1 y$ m5 C: Z, y, d
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
8 A; h: {( G3 ^% Q! V3 xFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
2 a" u& Q9 W; M( C" T: zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
2 T9 l) k- o# m6 q: ]The 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,
7 c# N5 C ^& [% ^( ?How you suffered for you sanity,
( M2 l8 n! q, S, e; f) {" q. @How you tried to set them free,
. K7 H) ?, N3 j2 ZThey would not listen they're not listening still, , [4 r& k4 u+ O; t/ _2 Z4 S" ]
Perhaps they never will. |
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