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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
* j8 C. Y2 G0 T, Y4 C; W. ?* zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, . f0 `( D5 S$ }( _% v5 n9 @& t( m% |
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
+ |+ s5 @; J. V9 WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 C% e: Q9 {# Z y" J. E1 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,) S% Q% z) {& G) `6 e
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 ^% A( W5 m" P/ Q' IHow you tried to set them free, / D7 b7 `8 P0 @# y% C; D, c$ O0 i
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
7 P0 I* t2 z0 J: GStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - r0 n1 }; I+ C
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- l- ?: b3 e$ p5 xColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
" i: A2 D1 W1 |& x; [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 f3 D) ]1 l s' A1 @$ X' w
; ?3 D& f) w+ R* e: ~For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ `' \- N( ?: V& b4 f' Q3 pAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # T- ?" X2 `; {4 L z
You took your life as lovers ofter do, - z4 L* i3 q7 G& ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 F0 k! {1 D( e: OThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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( F) z! H! N% c+ ]* SStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, - c9 p k0 Q: A7 U A6 J
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. / @7 `1 ?# K* ~: a# d
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
0 t" z' s# J3 O9 }+ |The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' K( i, h) h* h5 |9 @' n9 {$ w
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
0 l& n4 z/ g* |+ {: oHow you suffered for you sanity,5 e' N- G5 P) A( x% `- b- d
How you tried to set them free, 5 A7 ?( F, ]- s9 [
They would not listen they're not listening still, 3 r2 x0 S7 G8 d# _8 {* C
Perhaps they never will. |
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