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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" E+ l5 P0 {- Y! T2 J8 p( {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ' k3 U6 J, A, P$ `( [+ t: B9 {5 I5 Z
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,+ T0 a3 V; C' _) s
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: x; F8 W5 D4 O3 yNow I understand what you tried to say to me, g* G# e/ |9 I9 }- _5 X( q
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 `' ^0 N* }) D4 N; A- |+ S0 M
How you tried to set them free,
" t2 U E0 i8 y, F M+ j aThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- E( K4 U% A, B% x6 G9 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, / N8 p& {+ r. q
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, # d0 \& g$ X0 X8 M
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
9 w$ J4 e" P- wWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 2 Q" Y, \' `. @5 G6 R! v% x
. d- [, L% G& C( \" q, nFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 1 N' n% a8 o O+ [% H
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 4 ]3 L# P9 w, v& s
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
4 n* q+ J( m# V. H$ D& ABut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 Z& J' d9 @0 gThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & H% r" W+ e# S7 @2 j% N1 a
" N3 [( l) p2 P* HStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, Q% S; ]! [7 f# q
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 5 B3 l- u9 l: N, ^: C
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, * F% t7 O2 \7 v8 M8 L3 ` _* Y7 `* P
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, & j0 f/ | q7 m; N1 S
How you suffered for you sanity,
! N* ^; ^8 J" K1 G) T7 tHow you tried to set them free,
" b/ y3 Z0 D: l$ W# j) R1 ]$ nThey would not listen they're not listening still,
( d) w! D% Z/ H& z5 c' h; wPerhaps they never will. |
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