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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, * p) C0 T! g. o) j2 y% t' P
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
8 ]8 l: _# N: S6 [Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
7 G8 X8 n' F- G: ]0 {. {Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
& K& s( I c* s" [Now I understand what you tried to say to me,8 ~5 ]) x+ i, T
How you suffered for you sanity, 8 a! N Z" t2 q
How you tried to set them free,
( t+ ?4 x; v4 h( @3 O- ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. 6 |' D! ?! ^( q0 O1 ]
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 W& X. b, | y9 W! l5 A- L
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 7 M; E% [; g) a: l: B
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ) E' J, ~! j5 {
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 3 O, f/ z* ^5 K" O5 e L! y1 w
u9 @: s3 n5 B% E# p: EFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
$ f) Q- C1 m: X+ eAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 1 w, I- V% j, g7 o9 @
You took your life as lovers ofter do, * A8 @8 u5 W; Z! R2 n7 b1 F& |2 M
But I could have told you, Vincent,
* K- C. @4 c; K& H+ o: [2 vThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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# V- i+ R3 ~& Q$ L8 m( rStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, % c/ p* m, y! o5 h1 T
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. , P( h/ h0 ~5 i6 {3 ^1 l
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, " T4 F. E+ y! @8 s9 f
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ; }1 |5 \) a1 U
* F) _9 s! R' B: a* _5 tNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
) I B* V. ?9 x8 r$ B# oHow you suffered for you sanity,2 h0 ~. i4 x; F# o# P9 B! Z4 p
How you tried to set them free, + [& J* x% {: w, I* E
They would not listen they're not listening still, F* u; K3 _/ z
Perhaps they never will. |
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