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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
! u+ [$ g3 ~* Z) z0 t' H: e8 tLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; z6 M) a* J+ r. A' }
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* q. j6 C0 V- r0 P' x7 sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 D# c2 b, e5 L' i6 }% i' i* ]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
3 z+ V* r+ y( B4 w6 Y4 ^How you suffered for you sanity, + p! R1 N# s/ r( o" x
How you tried to set them free, 0 h! g! r( r# p' {( L2 T
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. " d0 ^9 y- \8 U8 s4 z$ Z% |
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: U( K- r y/ W& y, n1 E8 ?. ~( F: U( USwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
$ P! i8 X* S" r$ @ ~5 [; \+ EColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
1 G$ e. U2 A! Y7 q; r, c( x1 WWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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3 S) `( ?. [, S) J% I# Q! y: _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 u9 l4 ?' O+ C; k1 F
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 |% T/ R2 l' h# N" R
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
~! h) v* r' {, O! pBut I could have told you, Vincent,
; J/ F# y/ {4 Q4 O: D( l& GThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / T5 l* \4 J R* O8 I2 E" k
V: }. S4 K; n8 }2 x2 lStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ [- w/ I. Z, _: d( S* ]- [9 wFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
( Y6 W+ i1 p7 u! N7 |9 gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * t" ]; b+ k' q( @5 G9 ?5 m
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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6 P( \% E2 p' TNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ W: {3 a4 r7 v1 |/ ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
0 D/ I, w+ Y6 W1 P5 b$ R. CHow you tried to set them free,
3 K9 @$ s* Y; m6 P9 ~7 UThey would not listen they're not listening still, * L. X* D M! ^( h$ H
Perhaps they never will. |
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