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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( N$ N+ \! j+ I o
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 B* X# {! t2 A) |- y) f+ XShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; h& D5 S+ ~0 Z f7 l
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& ^* f0 M P( @+ @/ W f' x% GNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: I1 Q7 I" @. {3 z: M+ a9 P' y; YHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 D0 l" A6 y( i5 @; o
How you tried to set them free,
0 T* G* n' q0 Z2 |7 } K0 RThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 N9 ?. w. i" Q1 zStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 G5 \. d' f/ C& dSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, & w4 P5 U, {+ Z @5 t% N) \
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
4 V5 \6 c+ x) e/ l$ IWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) J# u3 u& l, `+ w
. B- a5 c, Y9 Z i* _" vFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ F# V% }+ e* n5 ~# T! mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
& `: o0 Z; \' U( x% H& v. z! D6 WYou took your life as lovers ofter do, % H7 K' E$ B) t' U
But I could have told you, Vincent, 8 K! X( h p- T% ]! T
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , W) s# C& H; @
/ W) I# |4 w) N+ r; ?+ ~, NStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ' [2 Q9 d" g0 I+ i
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
& M0 r$ @ H4 H( m: d% B6 d% Y4 r' F( RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
, r0 J; I5 ~& ?/ o' e: _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,
: e( W# H7 S9 N" \5 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
6 e& F, M5 d* J3 V6 d% W, @How you tried to set them free,
: R; y+ {3 w3 \( S( B# eThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& y2 Q g) Q/ EPerhaps they never will. |
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