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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 6 C) v9 q5 ]" }9 g# H' y
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
& v% q L$ e1 s( t+ aShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
J5 }; ~, b3 p/ ~2 B [Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. * x$ q; d w3 a+ ]# ]$ v
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,# G8 A) l# S, ?! U% \6 ~$ J. Y0 b% H/ K) P
How you suffered for you sanity, 9 O5 W# W6 L$ a
How you tried to set them free, 2 o5 [% i. r' X( \
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
( A& `/ y, Q. i$ HStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, , A: m) m7 I( e3 f8 l: F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
( g& X5 U; d3 I0 G0 `Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, ; d. @+ F) S8 ]; s: ^
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. + m5 Q- }4 o) ?2 I! x
. w! x9 B' P* ~8 W0 H) S7 Z3 P5 JFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
5 g+ X1 g2 S5 ?8 R% U& }2 u8 SAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ( P( u# ?1 O# y' j J
You took your life as lovers ofter do, # M! H8 u. p7 F% R
But I could have told you, Vincent, 4 A& `- F( v2 f" t+ o) Y" i6 b! v7 e
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. * X8 z, C3 g# J# T
+ y9 F7 T% p% }: hStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. |2 M( ?# g! x8 Z4 s. bFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
6 x( {3 B; p6 j/ X. a) A1 _5 i3 GLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 k5 {% u7 d$ r( O% \The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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9 V5 ~! |( u& rNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
4 W9 R, W, {; S( @How you suffered for you sanity,+ U. @8 K0 b- P: {
How you tried to set them free, % i: |3 ~! _; R- }& f9 H
They would not listen they're not listening still,
- _: u1 J8 R9 f' W4 BPerhaps they never will. |
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