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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
- F% c, ?* F' |Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
2 M- E! ~0 o& KShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 {7 d& D A8 x3 L, t3 J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; U/ ^3 c5 j7 _( C9 Z! m7 C
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
& G- Y, E' j) p% h; G( RHow you suffered for you sanity, ) V3 e3 w1 |. M6 f j( L5 m
How you tried to set them free, 8 s4 T0 K* c1 C5 _, P, _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 4 `& p: {" ?( \2 n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , g Y, x0 H) M( ~6 K
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 I( ^9 t7 J8 z) W3 ~( a! {$ ^# `
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, , I" Z: m+ O8 U6 Z- Z4 ~
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ a3 H; ? j& ] D: X0 M; c
5 r5 ~& X: l1 C4 W& _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, % V* v- D; |1 h0 O% H& T6 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ Y5 s: H! T- d/ E' \. i; A$ }
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
: x; e z# ~+ }But I could have told you, Vincent,
( V+ \; Z% J, H s$ i5 O/ d* zThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - ^' U$ b3 o; y1 Y% H( N
) W+ v) a0 K8 x% h, i, J8 `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 u0 `$ `: _$ I, T4 h
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
, G$ @. v6 P8 t6 \' cLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
' ]7 I3 p0 }, w6 w0 OThe 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, 8 M8 V9 p* z! P7 g/ ^
How you suffered for you sanity,8 D2 j3 z: }, m
How you tried to set them free, ! f, I) D6 z$ O( ~- n
They would not listen they're not listening still,
C8 Q9 Y7 N3 x0 kPerhaps they never will. |
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