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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, ! _" i4 d, R5 ]: l
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
, O. a' l) l* R% U! ^Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
! Z0 \9 I o$ p1 N# n1 MCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
( K% }" v% M: T# s, ?! s9 fNow I understand what you tried to say to me,7 @# C- H, y1 O/ _
How you suffered for you sanity, 5 m2 ?! E( G7 R+ ~3 s; l
How you tried to set them free,
3 }- ?! Z/ y$ _( \ AThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 j5 t! x/ d4 h& t% g4 BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
* u; @, N" H5 p: r$ c. \Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, ! t, E( Z) a# Z" I1 C
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, - Q3 U% @% e) m# V1 I* c
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. & s; L3 k8 ^. X1 \0 Y
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 7 G+ m# w M" c# _
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / K9 h0 A& M. N; T; J/ M* ?
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
( ]0 }6 ]$ Y! s' l" @But I could have told you, Vincent,
6 w4 W& {/ {' wThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * ~$ Y6 V& w7 o0 k% |7 y9 B
1 P Q5 @! k8 vStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
4 c$ q8 a% q/ ]6 J) MFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
G& E" b" D% Q# ^+ l4 ~4 n7 qLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, 9 n' @+ u4 ^' g" w, N W U
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ' i6 u9 B% i+ C
" G5 j9 ?6 |4 L' w* w$ YNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, - y$ m0 z9 n* \7 m4 H3 q& \
How you suffered for you sanity,& U' s# M9 M/ W* f# f; ^/ D
How you tried to set them free,
; u9 D' e: V8 S4 G. e3 zThey would not listen they're not listening still, $ h: x# t/ @+ w+ x( y' u
Perhaps they never will. |
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