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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, % |# L( |! G6 S! N9 Z5 y, y9 S
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 ]/ I) [) N) u) Y: a& ^
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,6 M! e+ g" Q: s) n
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. J7 Y' x( x# [9 F0 U3 g
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
, ?- j" F: G# R' x% @1 S+ `7 MHow you suffered for you sanity,
* G7 Z8 }1 z8 @How you tried to set them free, % V' Y2 y# s+ G" t e% n
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
" y) }2 r( ^$ E9 U0 [0 G' ZStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 B- E( }' E' gSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
+ H5 N2 r, ^5 B! ]% j, qColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 9 @* ]5 d1 i* X+ ^1 ?& Y- f3 O6 e
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 7 [7 O8 y& y L8 f& c! H) K
" ^3 ^+ \' ?+ s8 J* b( H6 w2 HFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- E4 T3 u, B/ EAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
3 ?& x. h0 {# y8 F# Z% Y" HYou took your life as lovers ofter do,
- X! }( d' e- @But I could have told you, Vincent,
* l3 e# E$ l8 A4 fThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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- \( G. _8 q i; e$ ~+ T" yStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, : ?- {& u; U: U% @( U0 ^# S
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , B7 X& B" P. k& x% F7 `- x
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, % M0 H3 G7 U( J: T
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' S6 F+ T3 n# F9 D5 [# f- D( U) o
8 ^* _0 L3 q" w) `Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
# i& L1 R& r* ~( s( u/ b( ^+ `3 ]How you suffered for you sanity,
2 j& F, q4 g+ L2 e7 C/ [$ CHow you tried to set them free, 2 `+ _2 q/ F8 c) U7 P4 b
They would not listen they're not listening still, ( e& J' |( x0 h- L) R; }% f; I
Perhaps they never will. |
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