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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
4 }$ w- o# @3 ~' dLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! C4 Y. ], E q7 N% hShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils, f. [6 ]$ o2 X/ S) g5 g/ ^( ^
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ; F7 p$ V5 L" ~$ j- t; _- B
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
- j$ J5 g0 s) M' D/ E: z; D5 ^How you suffered for you sanity, 2 a. e" }1 w& H
How you tried to set them free, . i: x9 O3 T+ p9 c( M4 G
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 r |2 {- `) Z- f+ AStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
, t9 _3 k, O' R; [% DSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, " v7 Z7 T$ N. M6 I
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
. V0 `( w7 y9 OWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 0 b) S1 q$ q- |
" P& i( V4 U2 Y4 K9 _For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, q$ x1 |2 a7 X0 TAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 3 e! E$ z+ Q. \# c/ R& t6 \7 n, x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, 0 z7 t; t* L9 d8 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent, ! g9 w/ J0 }4 I7 F2 P
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 6 z4 O- p/ J4 }1 ~" \
. ?# t5 Q+ n' m- ?Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 V# v$ T3 a# x9 yFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 d2 z" z/ @# {8 y* Y! q
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
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0 g5 r6 L. L( y1 y& d1 SNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 8 C" g/ V' J5 Y! T! `
How you suffered for you sanity,. X. w# ?9 ]- l& }0 Y0 q6 P
How you tried to set them free,
9 U: g; w( ~$ I6 b8 X8 s# r4 KThey would not listen they're not listening still,
6 A/ l8 g( |! g7 APerhaps they never will. |
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