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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
$ {, |1 [ q2 x, a1 ]3 @8 ~Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 H& ~6 J, v& O- I6 u
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,2 ~9 L2 F# O5 C' J. I' H: m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
# `; J, M8 `6 ^Now I understand what you tried to say to me,9 `5 N7 r" k6 c- \
How you suffered for you sanity, . x4 W( U# R- e; C5 y" b+ f
How you tried to set them free,
4 d# t g) [# FThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- o3 {0 s" J" z+ QStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , d& \# c, Q0 p- [9 i' N; F% w1 I
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, / j0 x, c; J% R8 W
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ z0 w9 p6 {4 o' H; ]# a- E% X9 M
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / n: c6 e8 H4 m m. P/ C( i
( Q J* I( N% z. f+ TFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, # b. S* Y l4 o: L
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
! b3 C2 P8 O/ i# N' U0 cYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
o I7 V6 w: a$ s# d( x8 eBut I could have told you, Vincent,
* f) R9 I" `( |( O+ k& oThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 j+ S" w0 w: a
i% _; { g9 r! s4 F# h/ ]1 mStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
$ K0 |( C3 g# h' {' w( M2 cFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
* e! `% z2 l0 ~) B+ X( RLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - J! V# K$ ~- y4 e: ` j
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 7 g0 Y, `0 f0 o0 \
: O$ p" B' S& n R7 V! Y* |5 h* UNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 6 a: u5 k8 ]( R u
How you suffered for you sanity,
( X$ Q9 T. L! }6 F) b! mHow you tried to set them free, 4 U" w8 M% L' x) z! `
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 g: \8 ]- Z7 M+ \: H
Perhaps they never will. |
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