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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
2 ]7 w6 D* T( B8 KLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
# Z2 w$ R/ k' N3 E2 [3 U! wShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,$ g% F9 T/ f' r1 k# G
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. , I2 e0 \7 j" j" e W8 e q
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
+ \! M. n X+ ^% Y: DHow you suffered for you sanity, 9 I$ r# `5 _; H* z7 S6 j
How you tried to set them free, 4 f3 L8 ?+ s6 F6 ^9 K9 L: y
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 E# e \. J8 x; Y! uStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
; ?5 a; r: M3 |) }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
; O- e' Q2 d3 E6 k D7 cColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
- m X& f# _: `1 Q, X* EWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * Q4 U( J$ b! ]3 x$ w
T: a& K) y1 d( m0 ]* a5 pFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 \3 V/ @3 X$ m t6 V+ F3 r, tAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, + ]- K p# e6 o# F; Q- X. X# S
You took your life as lovers ofter do, , @- N! c+ G' U6 `' C
But I could have told you, Vincent, j2 X: d+ j+ b3 Z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ) l1 X) I$ m3 S, E. c
T9 C* U' M0 ?. _7 OStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
5 j' e9 ~% n6 [: o! U0 e" p/ @Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
4 l2 X: A9 t4 S+ M' zLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 4 J2 ~- [( K: e {" e
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
+ G8 b3 b, J/ R" Q6 ZHow you suffered for you sanity,
; R+ L/ U( Y, D( vHow you tried to set them free, # U |* W, c: N+ Z: h
They would not listen they're not listening still, l8 s6 o, i" Z d. A0 b8 J7 v, ~4 @
Perhaps they never will. |
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