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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
) D1 G. s, s5 S+ T! ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 A8 S# R" R f: Y$ _4 d9 ~: CShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
; Y; T" M& w4 D7 u2 @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ Z5 c9 g1 V4 R9 f& J" gNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; Y+ @8 [, Q' f/ tHow you suffered for you sanity,
2 \ \! ?3 g) S& M G) S* rHow you tried to set them free, 7 X0 b. S" L& |- f0 e/ d; B% E
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. : N1 Q, z% e+ X* T& D
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, - s. V$ }" ~! U# `3 s0 O7 H
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, G- P. r# b/ z( g0 ^) [, u
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 3 Q& n4 m# p, s; Q- e* B, y9 Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 d3 T* l* e. @
+ G0 u8 E0 d/ }For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* k) H. }, a* h/ h! F# `Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
' N3 W" w7 V0 s) B$ G# M( cYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 6 Q. t4 J2 L: g/ w! q) B
But I could have told you, Vincent,
( C) d! ~; x9 y7 [This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. - k# o' ^0 z6 ?- A' M: q( d0 K
- Q6 d$ U8 Q; B! u9 FStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 6 y6 q. S8 Z; d6 e
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ( J0 K( v& P3 B% n
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
6 G4 K1 L" J& _0 _4 c$ [- YThe 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, 6 Z0 J1 M; }+ l- v1 [
How you suffered for you sanity,' N* R# h8 f* b6 C9 Q5 U7 F
How you tried to set them free, ) c: ~/ Q; j. a& ~ e$ a4 i
They would not listen they're not listening still,
% k8 R4 }" W8 i! m# } {( m% l6 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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