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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + W5 @9 w- c) J" Q' p! p3 k7 a
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * N4 c: P0 X0 H$ S) a/ r* i% h
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,! t; v. q. G, Q) q) S6 Z) N# u' k
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
, X( e0 M2 a8 k: uNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) p) Y2 ?6 g" [, @/ D& I
How you suffered for you sanity,
3 K/ A. Q: V6 t1 G5 l/ p1 @4 eHow you tried to set them free, . k1 _( ?' Y3 l& q+ S
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 1 Q8 [2 x$ @( q0 l
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 p; C2 N ?! T# w
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 6 W9 C- @. ]$ q1 e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . j4 N- F6 A& u- ^
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, ! y* \; z% S K& @1 V' X# u
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
7 n; Q# y! k1 \* i2 R% g$ D9 rYou took your life as lovers ofter do, i. S0 z( k2 K6 Y2 o; L( R
But I could have told you, Vincent,
& E. T* E |5 A% |- C6 B# ?5 w! u# dThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 b3 g0 _8 M* ?$ b
0 K( |$ h& e/ K% P( DStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 U3 C D: C. r4 SFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 C2 d1 S; g7 Q1 d* W, q/ r
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
N, d8 r6 R) ]( _( p/ b1 r+ I9 _- J9 NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. * G @, R3 @% z6 X
# y1 U* O4 P/ c) DNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
X2 R) ~6 U/ yHow you suffered for you sanity,) o! ~" c: p" `* _9 n/ F% f5 H6 F* t& ~, e
How you tried to set them free,
! P" _+ H9 t, b5 @; A/ S/ `They would not listen they're not listening still,
1 ]& ~& E6 v6 \0 }2 |Perhaps they never will. |
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