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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# A+ S+ S$ Z- |" n1 p2 cLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
: V* D1 ]6 @2 \' r) s- wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
p6 H$ P, l3 m. T8 p1 ] sCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) l3 E# W( Q# y; t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 V5 `2 n1 k* x T3 d1 o- ^How you suffered for you sanity,
: H, V/ Q7 u" S. @7 Q: \; mHow you tried to set them free, $ u0 y0 F# C" q3 ^0 z/ I" h
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
. h( K* _0 a6 U6 z4 t4 mStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
) {0 l0 ^1 k" |" a y/ J0 ~. |Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % Z, t! o: R) ^# b$ w
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
) y. F& H+ x3 @, vWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ; m6 x7 q4 l9 x' E, {( r. t1 W- J
! [' r% } L: [6 lFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 R" p6 C$ F) U! m5 Y
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
$ c# V% y0 d2 J% CYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 V2 Q: L l L- |9 D8 |But I could have told you, Vincent,
+ C! c2 j+ ~! r% I9 F O$ k; l, oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ! p7 R5 X5 T- j# m9 B: A
8 F0 U$ C" C: m( k- l% B! }Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# L" V# U$ _: l5 t. F: q1 p. cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 p1 G& V2 c1 ]" ?+ c$ r R oLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 5 n: G8 m% W& l s$ y! A( ?
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " B. Z4 z* \; _5 V" d& `+ O) {
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 J) X3 H' P+ L8 N9 JHow you suffered for you sanity,0 R( T9 u6 C$ q6 }
How you tried to set them free,
H: M t7 q- N- |They would not listen they're not listening still,
) S4 J6 K: x$ O$ K0 \Perhaps they never will. |
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