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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! s9 j& U$ C* D9 _( C$ B2 L
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( ^- ^! ]5 `2 M8 {' T
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
/ _6 |+ F$ z6 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ( ^8 f# i3 N5 Q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 M. w6 W* M/ {6 _2 h M* O9 ~How you suffered for you sanity, 9 u( {7 g1 X/ ~: i, x4 u
How you tried to set them free,
3 @5 I9 E# B; F6 L' G. fThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 9 x) A, u) B# k n
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
% m( Q$ o4 {/ [! L5 `% \- xSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ' {2 w% v- f3 e- T# F! Y4 r
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, / G0 T7 S) [/ l6 t2 j( J5 O2 x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # O! a+ Q- ^' |, ^7 z: a3 {
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ z" w3 r+ t# ]5 J; p/ wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( V+ X) R0 g" [* \9 w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
5 A) G7 `1 s t9 p/ K) {; P$ ~But I could have told you, Vincent,
( F W* |! Z; D. D% r( O+ P6 LThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 G5 I2 N% I+ O% p
( k6 O8 l. ]7 CStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 1 u4 o( x8 B, I
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 N3 g% [# I3 u0 [Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
_ e1 D$ L3 C7 v, tThe 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, ' j$ I+ s( Q5 A1 D
How you suffered for you sanity,; p; F( g$ q& D
How you tried to set them free,
1 g! c' p/ A, o' Z+ mThey would not listen they're not listening still, & B: O' O1 o5 ~
Perhaps they never will. |
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