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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ; K4 B+ Z& J6 n" }2 N) x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - B1 f; }' H8 m
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
$ z1 x$ |! Q6 v+ V, h6 cCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' ?( x+ l% G( K7 O% Z& SNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 }3 l* l2 Z, e. T3 \# J+ GHow you suffered for you sanity, 3 V( O# t, J6 H: U8 q+ y
How you tried to set them free,
! P T4 e1 n/ O3 @0 WThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- M3 u- s* l9 XStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, " H/ m/ j" T4 n( `4 f/ ]3 V
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
/ @% p$ R. h* zColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
8 V3 r8 K) _: |" Z4 U7 J2 lWeathered 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,
- U( R1 U# t5 wAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, , z, V* q; s4 P- F. L7 x
You took your life as lovers ofter do, & @' e/ ?' M0 c! `8 H5 M$ P
But I could have told you, Vincent, 1 m+ m5 g, o0 G; A3 o6 y4 g3 P; n
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. , I3 d, p5 S% o& ]7 {
9 A) {$ W8 ~, m" I/ d0 h' dStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
* D: [6 Q( S; _" ~Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 t* V2 l$ h1 G( n/ W' \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
$ c2 W$ w% S, m% P3 IThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. / D! Y. m- B u
7 p/ v e% v$ G3 {6 CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) a+ F; _9 T: I4 G- e
How you suffered for you sanity,
6 k5 j* ?; a+ N# W9 G. FHow you tried to set them free, 3 v; l/ t8 S$ f$ n: Y, d
They would not listen they're not listening still, 2 e7 T6 r" Q8 B d& t8 y
Perhaps they never will. |
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