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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& F$ i, a4 N, t1 E: RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % E) m8 k7 z P2 G4 e. u+ s4 N
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
# R7 n9 W, N7 x, J9 |2 PCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; F- A! X T$ }$ e$ r1 iNow I understand what you tried to say to me,( i1 N- O) F+ }6 r( i/ M, a1 Y c0 h
How you suffered for you sanity, / U7 w0 a* b4 k& o, _9 l
How you tried to set them free, " ]$ R# D/ B& a7 A
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) z7 {% ?) H. n- KStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
6 O0 ` }6 u! L0 E" `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 E2 r% d6 b. m! R9 g( l. [
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 v, O- q. S' d8 ~; l- t3 D2 A
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * n- Q) D! w! j6 M1 D# Q
+ V+ ^7 X/ k" i+ ]For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- G5 i/ [+ ]+ l, K' t5 U& B& CAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( A) K$ R, V3 Y X! T* gYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 Q8 B* j$ K& y1 A
But I could have told you, Vincent, 6 e. u) e4 a0 }& k. n) D/ k* `
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 ]8 x- C) m* V$ c; X! U2 A3 q k
) g3 q; ]2 S+ x2 X4 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 I5 U! i2 ]0 E0 x& e. C
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 f9 o; z, G3 B$ L- {8 rLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ; ^8 W) q4 ~: a9 F9 z
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,
; o9 E" W6 _- I! z5 I4 X' L9 u' _) vHow you suffered for you sanity,4 L) m; g1 L X2 F$ {2 Z
How you tried to set them free, ) ]2 S) _4 j! V5 @
They would not listen they're not listening still,
) S6 u. |* G# A- E) W: U ]- I( T0 IPerhaps they never will. |
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