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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
5 L! `: Z$ O5 uLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
! c" r2 O6 G, M( AShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,' D5 W! ~+ J V3 N/ q4 b
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' T# W& O! {( VNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
, X' P, R, {, lHow you suffered for you sanity, 5 q( z* \5 Y5 ~6 V
How you tried to set them free,
5 C c1 r/ r, o% ~They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
l u0 y. j; x4 y, lStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , i. ^! Y/ A; n+ T9 r5 [, d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, + A% o) C( D* s4 v# |6 v
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
, _5 ^0 K1 c3 h; Q* oWeathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. / b: k( u+ w& B& o) x/ f
- S( i" q, Y* J, f' y$ N+ g, bFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
7 b$ X! d- x' K( G0 yAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 7 P' m* [6 e/ W# Y- z' k
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
# F( h' i9 ?; ? V6 kBut I could have told you, Vincent, 2 O ?2 |: S9 X# B: t( ^2 P5 \
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. $ D0 l2 m' w; R0 H/ y. p
+ ~( {4 B% K+ i; O% W# Q$ r+ KStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls, 8 J8 N5 \6 { L! N+ b' ~( k2 c& t
Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
9 S: ^" i, c: ~6 A2 K2 |& mLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 0 c+ B" k+ E) ]. }% w# U4 ]: _/ c
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' j5 }' a/ u4 D
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Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
' C- J) x" r/ B5 E( z2 NHow you suffered for you sanity,1 j, s ]) C6 a% U
How you tried to set them free,
6 n0 l4 N" ?8 l, b( I/ UThey would not listen they're not listening still, : ]7 z) B/ j+ O( s* F' X4 X
Perhaps they never will. |
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