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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 t# U/ A5 J$ N. }$ g& y, x
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, # W! L( ]! R) C5 {
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,( l7 j j) u! O" C u R8 u% J
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. ) q; w( F5 Z5 J4 f# E3 G+ _: V" v v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 }: W) K) R0 _* ~' |- ?% V2 \
How you suffered for you sanity,
2 h& P" w4 E. l+ v6 c4 a1 ~ lHow you tried to set them free,
6 h9 U! ^7 {6 G' a6 g. CThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
8 u+ z7 n( W( xStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 C; c7 L" u# W1 J- i
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
9 U8 a3 W0 H3 V: t' L& y6 ]* X: ]) m/ iColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
6 C% y% U1 n5 L9 N8 D: Y: ]6 n; `& [Weathered 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,
' F- D. x1 R( q2 j1 `* F* {" M. RAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
. D* r& P# \ m3 ZYou took your life as lovers ofter do, " v! B- q7 z6 G5 Z8 ]
But I could have told you, Vincent,
8 A' K! t$ k8 S' u; ^This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 3 X" T9 X: N w2 c
0 c) J: X- V1 F5 `8 I9 C6 f8 X" RStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
; V5 r0 i8 {- X; y, ?Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 g/ I5 p8 P s6 Q. ]# V/ `
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
& L- V: Y/ j3 U" S2 EThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. : d# ]; s! @/ i% K2 q
! b& m$ I. w2 k) ^$ h/ g i; a4 FNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, , R- i5 [) Q$ o/ e+ u6 S0 F+ w, }3 U
How you suffered for you sanity,
: w, g4 t0 o# G4 D. THow you tried to set them free, 0 ?) f2 |0 q9 |: h
They would not listen they're not listening still, 8 c- B+ X9 X0 i1 k [
Perhaps they never will. |
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