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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey, 5 t5 V& |" r# @ Y+ ]+ L/ r
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, 8 n- J6 g5 D6 b- I9 Y; X
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,* j% @4 _( J! T, Z( R- j' r$ L5 t
Catch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
8 D4 G8 ]6 T5 _2 INow I understand what you tried to say to me,
; b' C. T" L* E$ z: Z9 v' nHow you suffered for you sanity, ^. _( y/ z7 l) X; M& @, s
How you tried to set them free, 1 J: N) K7 j6 S- X
They would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
4 V& [; c [3 u7 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
7 x9 G! o* s& h* R1 [1 Z9 @ j- PSwirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, 5 Q5 H% O, @, V( E3 w9 c* U
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 7 M/ H5 n( ~% N: f# `! U
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. H* S/ f# \7 X5 I. x$ @
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For they could not love you, but still your love was true,
- n6 t" o# |4 M$ ~2 i! h! w* ]Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, / Z' a/ s- ^0 ]; \4 C/ g
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
- A8 {0 T$ r0 C) _, e( @$ ~* \/ v4 T+ JBut I could have told you, Vincent,
2 H3 L7 K, E: E5 Y" nThis world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. Y; T6 s. e2 _- ~3 m8 U
' a8 b. w0 S3 p6 [. i: K: tStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
. s4 v" v0 Q2 i( ^Frmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
; s' _6 k; e1 r' nLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
8 G$ L; R) t7 c/ j$ z$ @The silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 0 `& e& M7 f* L; o3 o
, O( |' P# x$ L) K7 MNow I think I know what you tried to say to me, 7 w9 o4 e: V2 o/ F6 _, s* a3 j9 I
How you suffered for you sanity,& ]) S: ~$ @6 h; a9 _ q
How you tried to set them free,
. r- E* `6 k$ |* C7 QThey would not listen they're not listening still,
& E8 K3 O( P1 O4 n0 `0 @Perhaps they never will. |
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