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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
/ X' j/ V: `. _) pLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 0 p2 ^$ C3 N# t3 x5 L0 q2 [
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
5 s- k: S7 |8 X, e' c2 Y+ \7 UCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
2 {7 `8 X$ V4 ~* c7 s$ UNow I understand what you tried to say to me,
8 b0 w% n J0 V8 S1 _/ SHow you suffered for you sanity, " f) a) s2 e0 W& {' e
How you tried to set them free,
& P1 l. U4 Z, Y4 _, VThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, _( c( \9 s. t3 f5 BStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
3 P# S D) s9 S% e1 h6 P6 rSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, * I8 Y |0 k# l- o8 o
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 1 x! c d" q9 N
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. * ~. M: [* {* s2 U% F
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true, 0 r2 k; z; S, K/ f- B# Q- k
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
; F1 l* }' f' _, L. a' ^You took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 q1 A* I) ]. O/ f, [
But I could have told you, Vincent, 3 A" z @/ o8 d7 }0 z
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. / N i/ x& {" `: o) R$ ~9 x
* l5 I2 `* O/ l- JStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
) g5 j8 Z W* z8 TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
0 ~; f0 Y2 I1 O! A/ K( t$ @Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, - S" g+ N& a3 E3 E3 j% ]
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 3 ]; J2 m$ P# O8 s
+ b2 V$ q3 L+ e! }. y0 S8 [Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, ) T9 q# T, `1 G3 [( R
How you suffered for you sanity,5 K1 W) ]- J8 A5 x8 V- y
How you tried to set them free,
! K# p1 ~- Z+ {% r7 V+ VThey would not listen they're not listening still,
$ H1 G& L7 b5 I/ xPerhaps they never will. |
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