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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * F6 d' R3 ~! z* B1 q5 V6 M2 R
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 o( W' V: `0 o% GShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,. {+ C7 Z; D3 a* X1 b- W5 V
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
$ N5 u7 M6 _. r* w' Y, i: b; a, UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
: N0 s, g* w6 o) o' YHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 x+ G7 ]5 ]1 `' f+ K
How you tried to set them free, & E2 H9 P- _# e% H' a
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- U! r' T$ Y0 Z6 K' I+ b6 S$ cStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: ~+ R1 W% s9 `' j. P w5 ]) B. l" GSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
- C; Z3 s r8 k+ H( p9 RColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
2 J: D5 U& v5 [1 J8 |( a0 mWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 4 c$ r3 x* J$ \0 L
6 }1 F9 L, g, `6 u/ R5 r# G) qFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
+ N, {/ L& ~8 T. C% ?+ QAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, $ C4 T5 `& C4 u1 g5 i6 H
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 5 p D' u y1 c
But I could have told you, Vincent,
# X9 A$ S9 [* U* K' A% {+ A ~This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 0 F" B: L+ _5 {
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Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
, ?! A. J6 }, x5 X [( e% M$ oFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
- j1 ]& e* G* KLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, , [ V* X0 V9 ]' a- g& q" n
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / C9 \! N" R. ^/ F1 r
) \0 f2 u4 z1 q; N3 M, m0 c' sNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 1 _ P0 `3 |% i6 Q& B. H
How you suffered for you sanity,
( l$ T X8 d. b" r6 }How you tried to set them free, 7 S0 ~/ }; j! _" o/ |
They would not listen they're not listening still, v' J7 o- X( V, I
Perhaps they never will. |
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