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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 2 t( X2 z4 Y" D. k: n7 q; t% g
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, c2 Y6 g* r+ i8 QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
* R; D$ g* O2 B4 H" u# _# z+ D+ hCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. # ]5 X- |/ d5 j
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,; G1 k2 M) v' s3 K6 K& E# K
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ z3 L, A# @% m4 m% ~3 v* uHow you tried to set them free, 8 A! U3 e9 v) U# A0 b
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; B" b1 U' l- E7 p0 e1 h9 w- v
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 4 e8 P3 L7 ]9 e
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 q, Y! E9 i, ?4 ^ x' C3 U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" B8 S( i) D& `! q1 [. A- ?* l- aWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ?- C! Y) b2 I; g% P
( a: Q |) F: _For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 O' C5 ^, W @9 V. g8 m7 M
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, C% i$ p1 [, z+ h& w4 M
You took your life as lovers ofter do, % P8 E9 U& @$ K% L: G- P
But I could have told you, Vincent,
4 X1 Z, w z. `1 U) KThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ( t* C4 V: v& X# w7 m4 x
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
X! l; W, A4 `) b I3 eFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. M) k/ B/ d) w: gLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
" ~ f. t+ q2 g8 ^: O. b& m& VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ) A. V4 G1 e. m7 q. d' z I3 l2 `
4 d/ H9 F. X0 ?" a2 p, K3 R3 Z" ZNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ' L, ^3 W7 J0 B7 K% }0 {; G
How you suffered for you sanity,, S4 b5 o. e# Q$ T' m9 F
How you tried to set them free,
" N; Q+ c8 R- yThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; Z2 ^. t' k. |& Q
Perhaps they never will. |
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