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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
( Y4 j1 a* j( E7 R: M- zLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
5 N( z/ x: [. a+ gShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
8 R I9 z2 m n# n% vCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 q1 F9 I' \2 \0 t: u: L- xNow I understand what you tried to say to me,5 p5 S& ~; r- ~6 k; z
How you suffered for you sanity,
9 s2 p+ w' |, [* j0 z' aHow you tried to set them free, ; P4 k- p1 E' r3 J4 E+ y+ S' o7 \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
3 D. A! T- u3 G v# ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
: l/ a: ]" c x& I- O+ u, V2 ?- pSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 0 s& n; M4 z- c3 W3 b
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, h- y0 g! Z( X1 IWeathered 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, - |! f3 w# R- |! o/ J& T
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
" k7 h" M/ N$ x' K% ^3 }- ]& YYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
g6 d: J" F$ @, z! x1 NBut I could have told you, Vincent, 4 _1 a2 l& P: Z! A; p$ x5 ?1 E) z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 2 M- t4 y* \- P" e% M; ?
- j, I; @( S$ n9 O7 [Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 q' F& l0 a: n% b! Q7 I! x* |Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
1 K5 q( I, q8 A( L# ]9 b {! \Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, ) {& p9 [" L- K+ Q4 K
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. " X& [1 p% R% r; s9 _/ e
) @/ P. {) I# t+ L: x; r6 INow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - v, b- S- V1 @; K8 J
How you suffered for you sanity,3 I6 S2 _* R; n% x
How you tried to set them free,
' q" ]4 _. ?7 RThey would not listen they're not listening still, ; q$ Q. f G8 W* t/ {+ m0 x
Perhaps they never will. |
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