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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
3 O; u( T$ S2 M' ?Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % B% o5 { h @
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
- Z& \) r! X/ z. p& @Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. & O) d9 E) v G3 U( p
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,. D( L9 |0 ^5 D3 \& {7 `
How you suffered for you sanity, # M% f, K3 @. S2 A$ u+ [- B3 o
How you tried to set them free,
+ n) _9 ~' u( ^They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
: z' T- ~7 U( ~$ [5 t; @. rStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
9 j2 E6 E8 P) j8 `Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + z0 @$ o2 L. P! d7 F
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ( M( C# U1 |( `" O) L
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 _8 Z6 M ^; r$ o+ x
" N- K8 v: ~0 h E1 _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
D& B! F+ M( B8 V" E7 X( SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, " l" y' ? Q! F- h9 E9 S
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
. r: Z' c# X' T0 UBut I could have told you, Vincent,
6 ?0 N/ ?. V1 d: Z2 G5 ?" l9 `This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 1 r, k- K: y. z8 i m) N1 Z: V
; R+ e$ k, i0 {Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 0 L" B; X4 C% `8 h- N, E2 H
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
! j Q+ j5 l# `+ O! NLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ y k% ]: a& OThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* t# C8 Q0 m0 O4 S4 @Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ( S% v. m% @9 R( f7 w
How you suffered for you sanity,. h+ }7 l' S4 B& P7 i9 J, n
How you tried to set them free,
- T8 m+ b3 x. J" ]% k$ FThey would not listen they're not listening still,
3 ~. X) h9 A8 y, A9 Y5 NPerhaps they never will. |
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