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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
6 j7 @9 M ~. U( R6 y6 RLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, - T3 a# @0 h7 F7 h( ^' R
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,; G! l! y: H5 _2 `
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. $ A' H" k# |, u
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
0 |* n) o7 p5 Y% vHow you suffered for you sanity,
3 @& B& @3 Q+ n; u. r/ n/ vHow you tried to set them free,
6 G: t. R% M1 \4 H7 c- uThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
- ~4 R" U% W! B0 FStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
8 O; U$ q2 w: d2 r0 S) Q1 t/ E8 }Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
* v D2 `% o/ y' `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, " g7 k/ m3 _7 k1 V, F8 E& b
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. : Z. R) z! G* C4 L1 ~; W6 o
" @* R6 J, f$ M$ ?& {5 AFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, * E0 F5 j) ?) F' E' a6 i- F" |- D
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, * _* y6 z$ h! n! l7 q
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
2 }1 D' ]) L) U0 FBut I could have told you, Vincent,
8 }0 Q( G7 o8 V" ^' k3 ~ FThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. : ^. ?/ \, O0 S& ?) M; X' g) K
0 [; C: H7 g, b; GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
+ X) f$ {0 \7 V" s Q9 ~. C3 `Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 3 H$ D! Q g9 s: x1 @* u& \) V+ J
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
% ^/ ]: o0 e) o0 b1 Y0 oThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 b0 m! u* _1 l# w5 z& {& K0 E$ ?$ G& S
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, * a: I& v' L5 M) m/ y
How you suffered for you sanity,
5 m% s+ t! R b( F1 oHow you tried to set them free, * D% c$ Q* G$ \/ l% [: ^ F6 r0 b
They would not listen they're not listening still, 9 [& ^3 H# N4 Z8 s& O1 I: s0 s
Perhaps they never will. |
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