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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
7 k- O+ t4 G' J3 E( G: b; ? V# kLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 Y; n6 y9 b7 C# nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- |3 M4 _" r; y0 C1 M0 T, W7 HCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. M4 b: O6 b0 g+ p7 c
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
" d0 o$ O0 e" U, wHow you suffered for you sanity,
, ^* O% m% q4 C+ w4 z- A: kHow you tried to set them free, : u8 K$ H& {/ o! b0 H
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ) m2 f& m/ J: y" F$ L
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ' q/ N/ ^; G. U& }& ]4 B1 o
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
! ]4 a5 m% P1 e, S3 q0 S! nColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ! s# Q9 C& b# [1 w7 N& r( i
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / v1 E, _" K5 s% `( s Q$ \
6 a2 P9 u5 G3 S( X: S( C. dFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, f' I2 V% g$ K; B2 u; wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; ~& U8 _& @, |
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * ^0 Z: G- v5 W8 g3 i
But I could have told you, Vincent, * w9 k5 h* A8 O- |$ ]) m0 K5 [
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) K$ e$ _& F; a5 [- T
|. V7 W. O7 e k5 @$ aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! d& f, @; j. O6 f- [( S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 1 G% ~6 r6 V# j! A7 A
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ( ^! ]; h6 ?% |! c; c
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, " u3 i* `4 u& ^4 @. {5 Y! ~
How you suffered for you sanity,6 f! k4 K0 H& H& | a$ o' u c
How you tried to set them free, $ V# y9 _$ J8 p2 \4 Q
They would not listen they're not listening still, : t/ n: F7 g" ~, s
Perhaps they never will. |
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