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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 i2 U! T; U. f2 F$ `
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / W4 }0 h V! y5 d: m: L- w
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
% L1 H6 j+ G1 ~Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
5 H1 {) b2 D/ r5 X$ |8 B/ \! oNow I understand what you tried to say to me,3 B1 ?0 ^1 I6 P3 X4 H [
How you suffered for you sanity, 6 G$ S/ S% C- }, _7 G8 h
How you tried to set them free, 1 G6 U7 [ ]* Q. H* `- _
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
/ \( t. r9 |# e, qStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
1 W4 k; d' J' H( ySwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
L/ R' _9 Q2 [Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " t6 W- @% L, [3 x
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & j3 Z4 K' O! k N
6 v# P' R% n# f% s+ Q1 v/ oFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
* y/ d: I3 i0 _. R3 O) KAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
S0 f6 ?9 Q. qYou took your life as lovers ofter do, * y' M& `! Y1 T% j. H, V# s& h( x2 N! X
But I could have told you, Vincent,
; w A0 q' v2 Z1 f5 AThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 n4 z" Y# Z9 T4 M: o0 J
! a* y5 d9 u5 z* w7 X9 w/ aStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
# c, d! R( r, c; W2 o) C# nFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
$ `1 R0 @( |& M# B5 PLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
+ ^4 m: C) \4 W( j$ V2 l6 WThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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) }; _4 S: P" ~" k, q6 g$ S4 e- FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 5 H2 N, o5 l6 j8 o" G% `3 s& }% D- |
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 k* K6 E6 [5 S* pHow you tried to set them free, 9 y& D, L [- \" X) w6 K
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( L3 k2 u: f: ~2 l- W% Y7 N
Perhaps they never will. |
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