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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, " K) G! ?" d3 c9 o. C
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul,
3 W7 f/ r2 i5 S0 C7 kShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,) P! o9 F& j+ ~: m
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land. - e: |, Q" g1 Y n& J0 q$ M
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
9 c6 E: _# [" H$ d2 l& N/ NHow you suffered for you sanity,
. l. \( q% f! R2 `3 r: bHow you tried to set them free, / l' Z: E G3 z/ }/ K
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
, M( m3 E( b; ~+ ^( o o9 I7 w& IStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 7 T. n# P+ G" `( F
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue,
7 \+ o" ^. X( O t# s4 v: dColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain,
5 s! L/ ~# Z- [5 y5 t. E& B' ?Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
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) y' K0 @ o* S& w+ e- F0 Q! CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true,
, j* j8 H( s" n% h9 T* T7 g4 uAdn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night,
# {! q- N7 z- g% L. W6 ^: fYou took your life as lovers ofter do, 3 \0 a* M2 d. Y- E8 y8 Q
But I could have told you, Vincent,
H8 Q# X' p& g! u R9 V& X/ V( ZThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. 4 |# G( |2 B' B
" }& |5 u& R% l- Z+ ?5 ^Starry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
/ y o; u/ q- a. TFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. 6 q- A: y R( P0 G8 F/ E. {; o
Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
: z/ i0 Z2 I$ @ ^6 L/ o0 NThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 t7 c5 }( a6 ?
6 q# Q; k3 w" MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me,
9 i; J e$ }7 e+ K% t$ X1 H0 nHow you suffered for you sanity,5 t3 R. P' c6 F! _ P
How you tried to set them free, : |) h) d. X6 c9 {4 E5 T2 x! O
They would not listen they're not listening still, / A, ~( Y- d/ {0 I
Perhaps they never will. |
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