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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
1 A& `7 X6 O6 [Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
0 c: S0 i4 I$ z, }/ v2 J- WShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
K) d' u4 ]/ s" J/ B$ ZCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. 0 ~* ~8 a. G$ O5 d, V+ N! H5 p( |# J
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
1 l( X' Q0 E, ^+ MHow you suffered for you sanity, ' L3 N8 ]) B2 a; x
How you tried to set them free, ! S; F& `1 p$ L! y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
9 X$ G, E, p, l3 s! k5 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 2 d4 H7 T% f/ K( q; Z
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
: h: L, s% Y) ?4 U8 R WColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, % K0 U. G, ^/ w, } t7 y9 |* Y
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ( f/ O2 H, \9 e5 _
3 q% I c* x% A0 S# u6 E# @For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
3 A `: V$ h0 V% h6 Z& g, J5 q9 [6 tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
4 I' ~% Z7 z9 gYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 @8 j2 z+ u9 E7 b6 F: fBut I could have told you, Vincent,
. a1 ? p1 {* m0 m6 A3 d' S3 MThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. . ~1 L+ O) }( H. f2 b
8 A) P8 C/ |: ^5 n9 z5 ~( `Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 A1 k) T* q% R; }Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
" s% h7 ]9 O! r A* K7 ]Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - V: q) M6 ]2 W
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( r* a D) [3 r7 M; R# _. |8 j. P* M
5 k: Y9 T& q6 i! [: V5 v' nNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
- n5 L. {, p; y- O4 R0 aHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 [, J" ]8 e! _ x: M: rHow you tried to set them free,
1 a. ~$ w; p5 i& Z7 RThey would not listen they're not listening still,
/ w, @3 z6 E7 e! l: TPerhaps they never will. |
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