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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
" B8 ~6 q( `& q4 R! {Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ( |- R/ E7 }; M/ G
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) m W. x' ~" i0 a
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , r/ H2 }7 `* M$ R0 k/ G* K; t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' p& C$ F2 C3 X* P1 k' b- j& |
How you suffered for you sanity, % P1 t, E9 |3 U- l7 Q
How you tried to set them free,
" W5 t7 ]* I5 wThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
0 M' a8 ~/ ~0 e4 }) r3 T: |Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 9 J: `3 T+ w& e; {
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, , L- C' Q' e9 ]4 y
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; c! r d6 B9 e. h& Y" {& a7 H
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, . u7 ?. `6 m8 o) ]
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
( F4 w+ L$ H8 ]7 `+ uYou took your life as lovers ofter do, - g7 r% c0 [6 w% Z6 d4 y+ j
But I could have told you, Vincent,
) S ^; O/ }7 E( H5 q' pThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. & k& @; v8 n L* u5 k% d0 q
Y5 o: A+ w, D u( h0 hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
& K x3 C/ r3 G. y- tFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 2 ^% P0 |" v: h5 J% J( n4 w9 b4 I: L
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ K- @8 f! U+ J }5 `: {The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 1 W5 B9 @5 s( G! K6 e
! ?/ O A: e* r LNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 ?7 R- v/ i+ c% M+ G) F" t+ l
How you suffered for you sanity," p6 J& u0 g% v& N
How you tried to set them free,
- j4 e9 o5 d! ^' u( L" {/ F5 N) jThey would not listen they're not listening still,
; K. z' u3 x: S1 g& b+ V; a7 HPerhaps they never will. |
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