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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 b& Z4 q" ~8 e* l- p" C1 HLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
( b" ^" X6 S8 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,- ^" Y! C* Z" u1 c6 q! S
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. / t) y w+ [/ a( v0 K# t
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, g3 R+ w6 A: Q% n0 A) vHow you suffered for you sanity,
p$ R: B4 M& M( Y; F, NHow you tried to set them free,
* r- |7 {8 j7 L/ H; r- \They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. c- }% s0 k' \1 V$ E
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
4 g- l) B) r; g+ tSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * |( J5 V6 d) k! {+ _+ L9 K
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 6 H: m: n' i# L [ f5 ?7 n
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 1 I% r& {3 e! S# Y, q+ ]! \1 S2 L
1 y3 Y" P; D7 O7 g7 `For they could not love you, but still your love was true, + G3 I8 D1 {# r
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, # R8 X6 h4 z4 ^9 q$ _
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * Z' O& z. J2 |" S y: l/ {
But I could have told you, Vincent,
. q* }! s( @1 l# x( R: U8 y. U( }$ NThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 R8 v( {: t2 Z' ?( g9 H; ~1 B
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 4 P% t% s+ ^- h; s/ n
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
5 R# O( T& J( l+ q$ d0 _& dLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ' e w ]; z( y A: \
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : J+ d( p# G2 ?3 a; B5 {4 T
, }7 x* {3 j0 P2 cNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ! x0 q( g3 N; o8 U6 W/ A* K3 k6 m, C. o2 C
How you suffered for you sanity,
. z) U% X+ A/ Z2 y4 x. x# c* VHow you tried to set them free,
( @2 V; n# a9 ~( R6 }6 B% JThey would not listen they're not listening still, 0 b$ F( k1 W8 K1 v3 j% T/ H
Perhaps they never will. |
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