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Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey,
E3 W8 `% |* a9 l, _Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul, / V/ A9 d4 g3 O
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffoodils,
6 L4 c& r) l GCatch the breeze and the winter chillsm in colors on the snowy linen land.
' K5 I* T8 ~( r' @4 f/ ENow I understand what you tried to say to me,
d% N, I1 P$ hHow you suffered for you sanity,
7 n9 d6 S( a8 x! a' I6 o' ]How you tried to set them free,
8 l) N5 A) O* y" i. T5 H2 @! cThey would not lister they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.
) F" I6 O0 N* |9 iStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, ?+ `& a/ P) G: e' {' `; d
Swirling clounds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue, % F" w- |( I' P& g2 U7 x
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 2 o4 s' _( P8 k) M9 m1 g' z2 U. a
Weathered face lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. # b! {0 N( J% Y8 g X
6 W6 ~7 n( t# o0 i# CFor they could not love you, but still your love was true, 2 F( \; Z3 l3 ?& z4 {
Adn when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry night, ; R4 S) Y5 j- J8 J& r1 |
You took your life as lovers ofter do,
1 {: Z2 P+ E! r. t# k* JBut I could have told you, Vincent, 7 p/ \& W$ Y) H2 U6 `( } _( c$ o/ g
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
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3 m# e F7 G* j/ t" C# M- w, @! U+ kStarry starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
: ?+ X! t1 E9 { _% zFrmeless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
+ Q* Y1 R* \; z' |/ xLike the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes,
5 ^* X9 s+ [2 Z: C' VThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lit crushed and broken on the virgin snow. ( {* u3 |5 e7 ?+ n: t
' Q1 K4 }2 Z2 ]% J( b3 n/ o5 |Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, . F2 C3 I' w7 V8 S1 C+ s
How you suffered for you sanity, C; P) e" Z3 \! i; K7 E
How you tried to set them free, 9 G# o3 U$ t9 @" J1 b( Y( A
They would not listen they're not listening still,
: ^& I0 a2 D5 y4 V% aPerhaps they never will. |
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