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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( z# j. C# v+ U7 X8 iLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
7 t+ L" h# Z+ }- @6 B& O: @- QShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& }5 N, g, [2 R: I# @1 _+ LCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
: }! \4 p* _/ j5 C' c& ~Now I understand what you tried to say to me,% T3 ^2 y9 z0 `
How you suffered for you sanity,
% D# ?( @6 y: T; [How you tried to set them free, 3 Z2 p- W- }- m% P3 V& c, P" g
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
2 r, m) I% V% q" IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, : X n" u/ J- b3 ]! a( A+ W
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 2 q4 l$ a3 [1 |+ R! `7 {$ `7 c
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
( N+ ?% T8 R1 sWeathered 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,
) Z+ k6 x) Y- b9 x. O* mAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 {" u# w3 C4 z0 O, _+ K! s) LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
, y; I' L% a2 Q! P, @" aBut I could have told you, Vincent, ; M ~, S/ n% Z6 x8 H+ q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / H) u V8 c( r. }
# o# L- y o. @( m; |/ sStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 3 {3 w$ {4 p# `* X5 v
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. . r- N. G+ Q# Q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
( w8 u7 g: V! d( IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. # z5 j9 m ]2 U+ S
, }1 t6 A) S* L6 D; K* V- bNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, / I6 S9 c E, |' l/ h" G
How you suffered for you sanity,8 I/ E' C0 w7 a, w* u
How you tried to set them free, 0 q& K6 y$ M& \# h
They would not listen they're not listening still, 1 c% L8 R, L% u R3 C+ b
Perhaps they never will. |
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