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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ( B+ L; J+ S1 h4 ~
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, p: z* A- M: K" @& nShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 x& R8 P4 {' M! f' A0 P4 C7 d
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
) h1 W$ ~$ S+ A, E. l( ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,: l$ B9 X6 N/ W/ V
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 @* x; S2 n9 b/ V/ `7 {
How you tried to set them free, 3 K2 h4 W: A, D# W* n7 ]" }& |5 h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
5 x8 \6 p* q( P. D- s' BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 D" o" X; A r+ [- YSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* Q$ V9 `! X* pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 b" k1 x% S8 w; l6 s9 ~+ Y# Y3 [Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 5 y! N) M9 _5 ^1 k1 G0 v3 ]
( X! h2 q+ F9 H8 i2 [' j- z tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, ' K: `$ Q5 E# Y6 @
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 m$ T' J8 \# G5 O$ ~0 d' M# s2 L
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
3 q9 S; K: M1 wBut I could have told you, Vincent, ~ w3 i7 b1 F
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 8 f) j& e% e0 Z( _& @7 p
5 S$ P+ R# n8 ^) p, |; A' _4 VStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, ! E/ _$ [' p( W3 ]
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* ~& {1 i/ v! }7 i- |+ K+ A7 SLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
) k8 q s5 Z& |3 C) B' g: ~The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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* y/ A7 l6 q- {) A0 z/ xNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! |# _1 q2 F- Y4 _
How you suffered for you sanity,
$ I6 D1 p! F F* y& e$ eHow you tried to set them free, + J3 b7 ^0 k9 ?1 O! H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
3 y, H" z+ O' u6 p1 m# j8 w9 @' G0 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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