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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 9 }4 V3 t/ d w
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, ; K5 J3 [% U+ k% u4 U1 G r3 o
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
& [* L% `* z& L7 o* WCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
; ~& E9 ?% [, T* {9 J N0 wNow I understand what you tried to say to me,$ P& |" |3 |$ b5 K$ W
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 k! c1 W. o& a, Z: ?4 l' x3 ~
How you tried to set them free,
# y/ Z5 k3 J8 r9 N- C! p+ I* IThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now. + D- P8 w/ ?) V5 A* \. x) T
Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
' i3 \; A1 E$ k, P& v j9 o3 k bSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ( \* g# E, n0 N$ k' w4 p. H
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, $ V! z' D# u% E: ^, z' o
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. ) y" |, ^: a* t/ a+ c7 F, g* n6 B
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
! a, ~; v) w& U4 i1 F4 q; gAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, 8 r& X$ e- R: k: l# R+ z. m
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
, [+ ] O% t# @: M/ x2 B: JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
% C x% C) ]& v1 bThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ' R. |$ X8 W& x
+ }. @! {) V+ Q O, d1 c: F9 GStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
1 x) _! |3 d) [Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. ) u. D8 j3 _8 i9 o8 w
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
F$ u* e: W6 `4 z* C& R3 Y/ KThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. J# ?1 u' p h" B1 r2 G
+ u; ?0 \$ N$ I; CNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
1 X5 [; D' B$ B; ^" H' k) AHow you suffered for you sanity,
/ N1 A4 q' k4 |- ?How you tried to set them free,
0 ^' W! x$ a" [8 {They would not listen they're not listening still, ' {8 }0 h3 K1 ^7 `, g. t9 q5 G3 _$ a
Perhaps they never will. |
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