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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ X% D6 I# j8 P1 Z1 w* bLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# h }6 L& M5 U( X. kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% E0 i5 x9 P" i6 D2 Z0 ACatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ' t4 a/ ^0 Z0 M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,) J; j' U; l* ~; h- P* Q7 o9 p& B
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 g/ ~/ |2 P3 e% b0 w7 b
How you tried to set them free,
g8 L( j& w6 o0 C: [. EThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( m8 {/ ^; R* ^3 Z. xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
+ t6 y/ R6 V, `! ]Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
4 D8 K$ ]8 W0 q- d8 u; y pColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, . P7 Z+ a: y$ p' o% d* G- \; U% x6 r
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. $ L& A4 U7 B T
2 r V. V6 p8 s' W- tFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 {3 b: E0 v: M1 \& b, xAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 9 a8 s4 K, c5 U
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
; T. s q! z! o5 p+ P9 V2 W9 `But I could have told you, Vincent, l9 q; D# Y, X1 s9 i- `. t4 a" r9 V
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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1 _/ ~4 E2 p, _/ g; tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
2 Y$ Z/ J$ b* D$ qFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
. ?$ Z+ v, s+ k7 J5 w6 Y! T/ @2 HLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, / q) S& J( O- w+ U6 p
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. + c `6 D7 I" _3 ?
0 I; i8 N4 E* ~- l8 A& t3 lNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
$ s8 u' l# q( v' yHow you suffered for you sanity,
$ J: H% d6 U1 ?% g mHow you tried to set them free,
* w& Y' q0 I6 k) b6 h8 Y& CThey would not listen they're not listening still, ' a0 J a8 Y9 c4 J* F" T/ S9 {
Perhaps they never will. |
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