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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
# `2 |; @' k. a* H; eLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, % e( l. Z b- S9 J% K1 H, q6 `- r
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 j2 K0 u8 K; N
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
0 M- r3 h" X8 n6 N' F4 RNow I understand what you tried to say to me,2 u4 H5 d \$ k8 F0 i# N
How you suffered for you sanity, . R* x. t0 e: E; F- H) v
How you tried to set them free,
' m9 _' i; h1 ^! g9 [0 GThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. . x! e3 ~5 z* a& ~: {% J: Y
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
# q$ X4 \1 E+ G" ~ kSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( S; [7 E/ m$ wColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ^' i! y6 R+ a! |8 g
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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! ^1 S5 Z# w" ?) I1 o% I9 d$ C* q/ FFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- x- f& H5 J' k" U/ vAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
1 t Z" c& [# z- LYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
7 d9 `) G- d- p3 n$ t' lBut I could have told you, Vincent, ) [5 p" u6 w$ h4 Q
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : c* g) D; A7 D' d
4 `9 T- s2 x2 d V2 I oStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 5 q' ?% u0 N' L/ b! s. C: }
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 0 i) I$ y( W+ y5 B- G
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
3 S# } H& G) Y% iThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. D. N% Z9 m( a4 A, s( Z- O6 I
3 x" T" r# W/ e8 ONow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) i: g' v/ d5 C [( z# PHow you suffered for you sanity,
+ X) g; p, @2 y. X5 Q& QHow you tried to set them free,
0 m# H9 O: K% M4 PThey would not listen they're not listening still,
- x9 R1 p% t- t, J( `7 ]Perhaps they never will. |
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