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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
& y5 @' S4 P% t m- A4 ULook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, * S! b! ^) \+ J6 z6 a. F- w, {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
. `3 m, A" C1 G2 r/ RCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
4 q( Q) T* y! kNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 u$ _$ j" w5 w0 G6 \ R
How you suffered for you sanity,
% Y o, G* B |( ?! v* E4 d% PHow you tried to set them free,
5 z" j2 u$ k4 H) gThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. ; @' I! t* T2 E6 x
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, . {/ k. ~/ ?3 @6 p( o4 z7 m
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + m7 |. ^. l' \. L. P7 J1 u, e
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
0 A0 q0 A2 ~1 d! j/ Y+ ZWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : X$ {& S2 |% S6 J3 ^# u- M1 X- f
3 [1 X2 c( |) f zFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 K6 }( J; O4 A) @7 V
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# |- b! R: e, WYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
0 ]% H6 C( n4 NBut I could have told you, Vincent, 9 V1 q. m% ^8 g% U$ a- L
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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; W1 X, b. N9 s) N/ g0 M2 @, xStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 S' S6 x- Q+ P) W7 q% ~% `1 \" s
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 9 P/ S" O9 i( L( F2 v* s
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
~% h" G! a% K( CThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 d* g" E; B" Z- @, _0 {/ h
% E3 u1 z0 p3 S7 W1 KNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
/ f0 E& i8 X6 G! AHow you suffered for you sanity,& W3 j3 X+ j p% P- e
How you tried to set them free,
2 R! y+ ~( h2 W6 m/ WThey would not listen they're not listening still, 8 I* R# x. V- D
Perhaps they never will. |
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