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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, + _' }' j9 ]- G( l5 m
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % s8 w: B2 J( C3 E
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. n2 D$ O+ I. I0 qCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) I2 G$ q p3 E0 q N
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,' \3 \2 }- q0 R+ h
How you suffered for you sanity,
; M. J: y' B- N6 Z/ _. Y9 N$ [2 XHow you tried to set them free,
" H W" d- T7 AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
+ d& B! B7 k$ vStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' h4 P/ [1 e. ~$ S: H% z5 w/ HSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 9 ?6 T0 _7 @! R6 Z. I; g
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, g: P9 `) F& e4 e0 \) m- c) w, \" B+ A
Weathered 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, O7 }2 D G; K }$ p( i# B& s
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 Y5 O/ ] Z, w
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 F5 d/ D: S# ]2 U V+ nBut I could have told you, Vincent, $ D2 ]* {5 C) e: d9 t: i
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 5 o) D* z" I' A4 E# V4 Q) r' a' c6 k
; D4 d3 H6 e5 H2 B |& UStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 c w4 C4 f4 ZFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. & |4 T8 D. n' |# u. ?# }* J) |
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
- k" E# X0 j) w" m' ?/ w* U2 CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ! i d# N2 N8 ^# F$ A! N1 Z
) a' G9 ^. n# F0 L9 j9 uNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
3 }4 K1 Z2 f: [* P0 OHow you suffered for you sanity,
, B- ^% m3 n$ R+ p0 T( m) g# yHow you tried to set them free, , L K$ X( k7 {! a0 _' M
They would not listen they're not listening still,
* V+ j: m# M" ?6 }- i" y; p1 N2 GPerhaps they never will. |
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